I have a screaming headache and I've been in the car for hours, so forgive my nerves and cranky nature. I just left the expo after driving around half of Dayton trying to find it with the GPS shouting 'Webster Street!' when really she meant 'Route 4!' but she obviously didn't know that nor did she know that in Dayton, you have to go 'round several neighborhood blocks to get back onto most of the big-boy routes.
Then into the expo center with my headache and my extra 8 pounds so I can alternate between digging on the military part of this and wanting to kick people in front of me for stopping traffic so they can look at a pair of socks.
The military part of this is uber cool for me, folks. I. Cannot. Wait. I will tell you about anything military groovy that happens. Did you know today is the USAF's birthday? Happy Birthday to you...
On the other hand I have the sort of headache that turns every step I take into a jolt to the brain. That's a handy thing for 13.1 miles. Step CRASH, step CRASH, step CRASH. Do they carry guns in the air force?
OK, sorry. A little military humor.
The dinner is ... Oh crap! I just realized something. Really, guys, those of you who know me IRL should start laughing now.
I often under pack on trips, you see? I uh, I don't have any real clothes other than what I have had on since leaving Des Moines last night.
What the crap now? Wash it really fast at my mom's house? Crappity crapilicious crap.
Oh yea, it gets better. Running shoes or flip flops with supper, ma'am.
Heading to Target now.