Well, there is a convention that we hadn't planned on attending, and the powers-that-be decided yesterday that we needed to be there. The lady that gets this stuff together usually has months to prepare, and needs at least a few weeks, and now she has one. I am going, which causes undo stress on my husband.
The girls will get home from Grammy's, I'll see them for 1 1/2 days, then I'll leave for 3 days. Thankfully, Grammy agreed to stay up here and help, so the girls don't have to get up at 5 am and cramp Mom and Dad's life even more, so that's good. Thanks, Linda. Kevin was pretty grumpy about it, but I reminded him that my last pay increase came with a knowledge of this kind of travel. That didn't help much, but it helped a little.
August the 4th is Kevin's birthday. We get 3 day birthdays around here, so he has been planning his out for a while. Now that plans are changing, I thought I should let the world know how his birthday week will go.
I fly out of Kansas City on Sunday, July 29. I return the evening of Wednesday, August 1. I have August 2 as a vacation day, but he doesn't. August 3, I have 2 teeth extracted. August 4 is "the day", and I'll be mumbling and sore with a swollen face. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, HONEY!
It's all quite frustrating, but there are some good points to the trip. The good points benefit me, and me alone, so the family still suffers, so it's hard to get excited, but here goes: I will be staying at the Peabody. I didn't know what that meant, so people have been educating me. There is the march of the ducks thing, which is supposed to be so cool. The trade show hours are fairly short, so I won't be standing in a booth for 5 hours a day. Memphis is cool.
OK, now off to talk sweet to my dear husband, and try to convince him that next year, his birthday will be better. *sigh*
5 comments:
Why doesn't Kevin put off his 3 days, on another week. He could still have cake on the B-day. Better late, then next YEAR.
Pretend that the Peabody is really horrible. When you talk to Kevin, try to sound completely utterly miserable. Mention the flashing neon stripper sign right outside your window. ;-X
We rarely celebrate birthdays on the actual day. (We do birthday weekends, too). Matter of fact....Ryan's birthday was May 31. She said she wanted to wait til after we got a house to celebrate it....so she's 2 1/2 months after the fact...
Sorry about the teeth. Hey! Tell Kevin you'll share your pain killers with him! That should be a pretty nice deal.... (and if he doesn't want them, then....oops...wait...other people can read my words here. I know nothing about nothing.)
~Amy
Cool! You get to stay at the duck hotel!! I've heard about it from other people. Make sure to remind me and Pear Dude to make a cartoon for grumpy Kevin a few days before his actual BD.
xxxooo
Russ
I'm glad you're finally getting the dental work done. I'm with the rest of the crowd: Have Kevin celebrate another time! I'm sure you'll take tons of pictures at the hotel.
Ummmm... I'd watch out about stepping on that red carpet if I were you. Ducks? INSIDE?????
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