I’m going I’m going I’m going I’m going. . . I think.
The funny part (okay, I think it’s funny) is when talking to my mom about it yesterday I told her I was excited and yackity yack. She said she would check out the hotel and other stuff to see if a cheaper place is nearby and I would just walk over to the Holiday Inn it’s held at. Seems normal right? Then she tells me I’ve never been to the Holiday Inn.
“Mom, wasn’t Paul and Caroline’s wedding reception there?”
“Well yes.” *thoughts percolate into proper order* “Well I suppose you have been there then.”
“Yes Mom, I’ve also had their pancakes and run up and down their stairs numerous times.”
My Uncle Paul was married in Missoula when I was about 7. I was a flower girl, the reception was atteneded by all family present in Montana at the time. DUH I was there.
My mom forgets these things sometimes. She’s feeling stressed.
BUT, I AM GOING TO THE RAPTOR CONFERENCE!!!!!!!!
*bounces around room*