I've had a packing miracle.
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Mer of Life at 7000 Feet has given me the courage to pack lightly and walk with only two pairs of shoes.
What? you ask?
Well, of course, I'm gonna tell you....
As you read this post I am probably flying somewhere over Texas, on a trip for over three weeks, and I have only 4 pairs of pants, 7 shirts, a pair of heeled sandals and my running shoes.
I did pack about 15 pairs of underwear, because my mama taught me never to get caught without clean underwear.
Some habits die hard.
No, I'm just exaggerating.
I only packed 6 shirts.
I also packed three sets of work-out clothes and running socks, because with the amount of mexican food and dad's avocado tacos I plan to eat, I am going to want to run.
I also packed a swim suit and my flat iron, which is #2 on the "What three things would you take with you on a deserted island?" question.
What is #1? Glad you asked...10 pounds of ground coffee. It has to be ground, cuz I am not wasting #3 on a coffee grinder.
The best thing about packing light?
Well, it makes that hunk I'm married to think I am uber cool. He always pack REALLY!, EXTREMELY!, AMAZINGLY! light. To which I have always respected, and insisted its easy for him to travel light since, well, you know, he's a man, and all.
When I told him that I was taking Mer's advice, and showed him how I was going to live for 23 days with just two pairs of shoes, he beamed with pride. And then, in answer to my "I hope I don't get tired of wearing those clothes" statement, he said, "Well just pretend your living on the prairie. Laura Ingalls only had two dresses, right?"
Right. (unfortunately said with a sturdy portion of sarcasm)
I tell you the truth, The Mister didn't marry me for my high maintenance, as a matter of fact, he married me because I am mostly low maintenance (with a small love for expensive coffee and shoes).
The truth is he married me for my money....
...and my sense of humor.
Which is a good thing since the whole money thing didn't really work out.
Oh! I am going to miss The Mister. I. love. him. so.
All right, its getting time for me to "bust-the-move", which is Kellieism for: get-off-this-computer-and-get-going.
I hope you have a fine middle of the week, and just for kicks:
What three-things would you take with you on a deserted island...and for those of you who are like me, lets pretend those precious Gideon's have found their way to the island and left you a present...the Bible is already there. ;)