I Ate, I Drank, I Was Merry…

I think my closing statement for my trip to San Antonio  – “I ate, I drank, I was merry” – is the equivalent of the battle-framed statement – “I came, I saw, I conquered.” Indeed, I did what I went to do and although I return home a tad exhausted – I am also refreshed by the all the fun and laughter I experienced with all my emergency management peeps. Tomorrow I will share a selection of photos from that great adventure, but for now I am thinking a nice night’s sleep in my own warm cozy bed is in order (it is true what Dorothy said, “There is no place like home.”).

One thing I reconfirmed for myself while in San Antonio though that I should acknowledge tonight before I head off to bed (and before I post photos that may evidence misdeeds tomorrow) is this ~ she who eats, drink and is merry in the new forty needs to remember that she isn’t still in the new twenty~ albeit, it is okay if her cute cowboy friends are.  😉

Day four hundred and eighty-six of the new forty – obla di obla da

Ms. C