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Suitcase of Cookies
May. 22nd, 2008 12:23 pm*points at header* Yes, you read that right. I am taking a suitcase full of cookies up to Fanime. It is the big suitcase. There is nothing in it but large tupperware containers of cookies, Wonderful Husband's clothing for the weekend to act as padding, and the tea I picked up at 'Faire for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
racerxmachina and hoshikage. Suitcase of cookies FTW!
This means I am not wearing any costumes this weekend. Zip. Zero. Zilch. None. I have no room for them. My clothing (four shirts, two trousers, associated underwear) is in a carryon duffel.
Wonderful Husband has just called me to let me know he has arrived in San Jose and been picked up. His batting average for this trip, BTW, is not so good. It goes something like two cancelled flights, two delayed flights, and two on time flights. But he's there now.
Suitcase of cookies. Dude.
racerxmachina and hoshikage. Suitcase of cookies FTW!This means I am not wearing any costumes this weekend. Zip. Zero. Zilch. None. I have no room for them. My clothing (four shirts, two trousers, associated underwear) is in a carryon duffel.
Wonderful Husband has just called me to let me know he has arrived in San Jose and been picked up. His batting average for this trip, BTW, is not so good. It goes something like two cancelled flights, two delayed flights, and two on time flights. But he's there now.
Suitcase of cookies. Dude.
