Guess what I'm doing now?

[newlifeinstpaul]

Packing to go. Yay.

I fucking HATE to pack.

I hate it with the intensity of a thousand burning suns concentrated down to the size of a period on the end of a sentence and transformed into a sizzling little zit on your upper lip that everyone will think is something else.

You see, the advantage of a car is that I can pack the CRAP out of it. Anything, everything and as much of it as I please and no one will tell me my bags are too big, x-ray my shoes or scan the space between my nuts for radioactive lint.

Now I'm trying to get things to fit in a garment and a carry-on bag.

Carry-on? Have you seen the size of a regulation carry-on these days? I've seen larger 12-pack coolers. I have a couple in fact.

But right now, I have 7 pairs of socks and undies, a pair of jeans, three pairs of shorts, three workout tops and a T-shirt stuffed in a bag that small. I'm actually prouda me.

What I fear the most about packing is leaving behind something critically important. I used to do it all the freakin' time on weekend jaunts to Chicago as a kid. EVERY SINGLE TIME without exception.

Then I hate my clothes, too. Those Detroit relatives are always up-to-the-minute with at least three fashion labels I haven't heard of yet. I'm just a simple country bumpkin.

At least I kicked some serious ass at work today. By noon I should have a week's worth of work already in the hopper. Then I can concentrate on cleaning up the little things on my desk.

Well, off to bed for now. I have a full day to think of the items I've forgotten.

Comments

[cplady.livejournal.com]

Shorts??? Have you checked the extended forecast???

[rawrin.livejournal.com]

Give in to your inner pack rat and pack a suitcase!!

[freakykitten.livejournal.com]

Heh heh. I love packing. Not because of the packing itself... but because it means I'm going on a trip! And I get so excited. So I pack early. Or, at least, start writing lists of what I need to pack, early.

[goddessfrida.livejournal.com]

Abdul is your last name huh?

terrorist alert!

I have the gift of being light brown so I can be physically confused with an Arabic person, and thus this makes me someone searchable. On that same note, I am potencially an illegal immigrant (despite my awesome valley girl way of talking!) and I get crap for that too.

So my point is, no liquids, gels or cremes that are more than three oz. on your person or in your carry on. Capiche? They were not playing when I got on that plane last week.