We are leaving for Memphis today and I have just finished picking out the outfit I will wear to the theater. I need a break.
I have been known to over-pack, but Tom would consider that an understatement. For example, for a week's vacation in Florida, I have in the past packed a dozen pairs of flip-flops and shoes from which to choose and wound up wearing only two pair the entire trip. But I can't help myself. I want to be... need to be... have to be... prepared.
So I am picking out my clothes for this trip. To put it all in perspective, I need something to wear for the trip there; something to wear to the theater tonight (already chosen); and something to wear for the trip home tomorrow. Three outfits. And I still need a break.
Our conversation went something like this:
Tom: Are we going to need a hanging bag?
Me: I don't know. I don't know what I am going to wear yet, but if you want one, go ahead and get one.
I continue pulling things out of the closet and trying them on over my pants and t-shirt...
Tom: Okay, here's my stuff. I have something for today, something for tonight, and something for tomorrow.
Me: (still pulling stuff out of the closet) Already?? Your done?? Okay, let me try this on...
Tom: Should I go rent a U-haul?
i had this dream last night
8 years ago
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