Shall keep me from the Autism One conference this weekend. If I had to ride my friend's parents Vespa (with matching helmet, of course), I would be there.
I hear this is the Superbowl of autism. Moms and Dads alike travel for miles to learn the latest on autism treatment, get their drink on, and sleep through the night.
I'm keeping my pinny, frozen dinners, and elastic waistband shorts at home. This housewhore is breaking out.