My work's next cruise is coming up in 20 days. I again get to grace the presence of 30-something eager crafting ladies. Don't I have a stinkin' cool job? Yes indeed, most days (lately) I show up around 10 in the morning, putter around like I'm this professional blogger and social media guru for a couple of hours (which I'm not, but don't tell anyone) and then off I go cavorting on fancy pancy pleasure-cruises every so often. This one's in Canada and New England, and here's the exciting part: Tom's coming. And we're not even sneaking him in my suitcase—he's legitimately signed up! If all goes according to plan, it should be one merry event—and if all doesn't go according to plan, it should still be pretty merry. We're flying into New York a couple of days beforehand so we can play. We already have tickets for the Poppins of Mary on Broadway, which I've heard marvelous things about.
Moral of the story: we can hardly wait.
4 comments:
I'll be coming up with a list of things on which you will need to brief the Tomster. One misplaced body sound and your whole future could look much different.
I don't even know what that's supposed to mean, mom.
Super jealous as always.
Yea, I don't get it either, mom.
you're coming to NY? let me know when!
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