I've complained about packing before. And I'm sure I'll complain about it again.
But I hate it.
I don't really fold stuff. I try to, but then I just start chucking clothes in the suitcase.
I had to pack for our trip to Texas. I should probably make a list, but I never make a list.
In the end, my suitcase looked like this:
I mean, hey. The suitcase closed. And that's the goal, right?
Plus I had like 3 books in there. In case I finished the book I had. I'd panic if I read all my books.
I think I have everything.
If not, we're by an HEB, and I love HEB.