As much as I want to deny it, I can't. I like the shwag at MATS.
It is easy to make fun of the little kids scrambling for the treasures. It's fun to watch them smile from ear to ear when they score a light-up bouncy ball.
But a grown woman? It really is almost embarrassing.
I hide it as best I can. I blame some of my finds on needing to bring home stuff for my kids, for my colleagues holding down the fort back at the office.
I even keep a box of the stuff hidden so I can empty my bag and it looks like I only have a thing or two.
So this year I decided to go cold turkey. Not gonna pick up a pen, a lanyard, a notebook, nothing. If I didn't bring it, I don't need it.
Now here it is, less than half a day into the official first day of the show.
How am I doing?
It was a rough morning and when they taunted me with the offer of a free travel mug full of steaming hot coffee, I leapt off the wagon.
Oh well, while I’m there, I saw some ink pens in the West Wing I have to have.