How do I ever get to The End?

Most of you probably already realize how disorganized and scatterbrained I am. I don’t know how I can possibly sit down and focus long enough to make it to the end of a book. For those of you that don’t know, let me enlighten you.

I needed to be in Orlando today, so while I was in Vegas a few days ago I booked my flight.  Now, this wasn’t a last minute trip.  I’ve known about it for a few months.  Most people would have booked their flights weeks ago once they found out they’d be in Orlando.  Not me.  Nope.  I have to procrastinate or I’ll feel productive, and we can’t have that.

Yesterday I was curious why I had not received the 24-hour check-in email, so I log on to American Airlines and check my flight info.


I booked my flight for March instead of February.  I was so annoyed with myself I rolled my own eyes at me.

So I call AA and tell them my mistake and it turns out, the only flight they can get me on is an eight o’clock flight for THAT DAY.  Which was yesterday.  So, I pack.  In a hurry.  I didn’t even get to tell my boys bye and it’s my Beckham’s birthday tomorrow.  But…it’s all my fault for not knowing what February and Boston and Orlando and March mean.

In my haste to pack, I decided to take a carry-on with copies of all three books for the signing.  Well, that carry-on was a small suitcase and weighed over eighty pounds.  So I did what anyone would do who is too lazy to carry around eighty pounds worth of luggage.  I checked it.

BUT!  Here’s the great part.  I didn’t think about the hair products that were in the inside zipper and how if I checked it, the suitcase would be manhandled and thrown around and quite possibly, being as though it weighed eighty pounds, placed on the bottom of the dog pile.  So when I made it to baggage claim and saw my lovely purple suitcase was soaking wet, I knew.

I knew that I just took the crown for biggest idiot ever.

Eighty pounds worth of books are now covered in both Pantene mousse and leave-in-conditioner.

At least they smell good.

And no worries for those of you coming to the signing, I still have some good ones.  I just might be handing out IOU’s.

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