I love doing stuff like that once it’s over. It’s like taking a really great big poop. Now I just have to build up for my next big poop.
Adam took off the morning to come hear me talk. That was very sweet, except that he sat in the second row. Adam has a really bad habit of not laughing at my jokes when I’m practicing a comedy routine. (Not that this was a comedy routine, but still.) He stares at me with a really hard look on his face, as he evaluates what I’m saying, and it makes me insane. He ran into the conference room today right before my turn came and sat next to me. It was so nice for him to come that I didn’t have the heart to yell, “Sit in the back! Sit in the back!” So I just didn’t look at him. But, actually, I could hear Adam laughing at something I said that I thought was amusing, but no one else laughed at. What a husband!
I practiced my timing – I had 50 minutes – so that it fit perfectly, and I didn’t have to skip anything. The other 2 doctors speaking were a well-known couple from Philadelphia who are a bit older. They are wonderful and very sweet. The best part of them was that they repeatedly told me how young I looked. They said they heard my resume and expected an old woman, and here came a young chick. I hugged them both when they left and told them I adored them. I’ve never been told how young I look that many times. I might have to move into their home. I could be their maid or something.
Now that I’m done, I’m going for a long run. Then I’m thinking of doing the bills for Adam. I used to have that job but he thought I was letting them build up too much, and asked to take over. I warned him that in the past his bill paying was even crappier than mine. He rewrote the past in his head, or he might be senile. When he took over the job, he was really good at first, but has reverted to true form, and now the bill basket in the living room is overflowing. I think he’s waiting for the electricity to get turned off. I’m a free woman who just finished her talk. I can throw him a bone.