Today is a very important day: the start of the annual Carol Convention.
I’ve explained Carol Convention before, but let me just sum it up by saying that at my old age of 27 and 4 days, it is the one weekend a year where I might have the opportunity to make a Facebook album with a line from a song as its title. Just like the olden days.
This year our planner, Leila, went all high tech on us with her clues for the weekend. We were sent this CD and told to listen to the songs, go to a website and answer questions about the songs, and only then would we receive our clue.
Here is your packing list:
A Swim suit
Lots of room for Texas beer, chips, and salsa!
If you haven’t figured it out, I’m headed to Texas today, authentic Target cowboy boots in tow!
For those of you who enjoyed the guest posts the past few days, I’d love to hear your thoughts on the matter! If you write a post, send me the link — and I’ll share my thoughts sometime next week, when the traveling craziness dies down.
For those of you who think my blog has turned into The View (aka Y’s friends): a) dibs on being Whoopi and b) don’t fear, the guest posts are over and I’ll be back to making fun of your friend shortly. As in, tomorrow.
(PS: A recap of last year’s Carol Convention. I’ll do better this year.)