(Posting this early since we leave butt early on Thursday.)
Does anyone want to come pack for me?
We leave for Texas today. I’ll be gone for a week so if I’m not online as much, I haven’t been eaten by a shark. (We’re headed to the beach.)
(I really HOPE I’m not eaten by a shark..)
I stink at packing. I don’t know how to fold well. I mean, I CAN, but it’s so much easier to stuff things in, you know?
Natalie isn’t helping. She’s like, “Oh, I need to bring my pink dress. And my purple one. AND I NEED MY BLUE ONE WITH MY MATCHING EARRINGS!” She seems to think she’s in Downton Abbey where she needs to change multiple times a day.
Tom easily placed his things in the suitcase. He was packed in less than ten minutes.
“It’s easy,” he said.
Grr. Not for me. Mainly because I have to try on certain clothes to make sure it doesn’t make me look awful. You see, I come from a family of skinny people. All my cousins? Skinny! I don’t want to be the non-skinny one. (Oh, I’m going to a family reunion by the way.)
Anyway, packing sucks. I’ll never get better at it. I always forget SOMETHING.
Let’s just hope it’s nothing too important.