Mr. Irish Bear was up early this morning, helping me pack.  Unfortunately he seems to have the mistaken idea that he's going to Dragon*Con with me.

I had to explain to him that no, the Indiana Jones costume is mine and he has to stay home and watch the stuff just in case we get a hurricane.  This is the reaction I got:

Poor Mr. Irish Bear.  We just can't risk getting him lost in an Atlanta hotel.  I think he'll understand eventually.

Then again, maybe not.

1 comment:

  1. I love the story! Hope he didn't mind you leaving him back! :-)