Megan's out of town this weekend, which leaves me alone with the dog. No big problem there. Unfortunately, walkin' the dog is pretty much all I've got going this weekend. Well, that and work. Always work. Could be worse. There could be NO work.
So I have to take Abby out yesterday morning and it's raining. If I open the door and she even hears rain, she wants nothing to do with it. What's the deal with dogs not wanting to get wet? Do they realize how bad it makes them smell? Where some people are still out partying early Saturday morning, I'm trying to find a dry section against my house and then convincing Abby to cop a squat there instead of her usual place. Let the good times rolllll.
Also, I'm trying to wrangle a spot for myself at next year's Comic Con. By the time the big show in San Diego rolls around again, the first 3 Skinners will be out. Maybe I'll have people wanting books signed. Maybe I'll be a huge draw. Maybe my publisher will believe some of this enough to get me in. I'll pay my own travel expenses! Pleeeeease! Ok. Enough begging. We'll see. Just to be safe, I'm going to work on a costume. I could go as Tombstone (the Spidey villain, not the frozen pizza). Or maybe I and the rest of the Nevermore crew could all go dressed as Multiple Man. Cool, huh?
