People, I need people. Like the rich Naples ladies I met last time we traveled. People to select the proper clothes for the weather at multiple destinations. People to pack it in one 50 lb bundle. And come out unwrinkled on the other end. People to whom I could ship the whole mess on the last day of the trip so that by the time I got home it would all be laundered and hung back up. True–there was a lady who actually did this on our river cruise.
36 hours out from departure this is what I’ve got:
Looks good, right? Undies in tight little net bag (gives new meaning to the phrase “tighty whities,” right?), leftover cruise slippers tucked in top, sets of clothes labeled by day and activity. It’s a sham. Under this tidy layer is an episode of “Hoarders”. Because you never know when you will need that (3rd) umbrella, the giant emergency bag of Hershey’s Kisses, every drug prescribed in the last five years, more Wet Ones than the Octomom could use in a Mc Donald’s outing, and the two most recent issues of u read People magazines. Been saving up those puppies.
And so my first blog post begins. This only took 2 hours, several consultations with my personal PMP, and a smidge of Grand Marnier.
Will keep you posted!
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