There it is – our packing for our vacation to Cabo….no,
don’t let those bags fool you…Rita and I only went for a week. That’s right, I can take a 10-day a trip to
Philly/Alaska/Nashville with only a single carry-on, but send us to the beach
with nary a suit or penny loafer and we can’t get by without half our
belongings. But there are legitimate
reasons for all this stuff:
- I am my mother’s daughter
- Coca Light is NOT the same as Diet Coke. Provisions were packed accordingly.
- Molly’s in that brown box (with the wine)
- Well….that’s what my sunscreen inventory looks like when I go to the beach. (I think we have 8 varietals of sunscreen. There’s an arms race by sunscreen manufacturers to see how many spf you can cram into a tube and Rita and I are feeding that arms race.)
- Okay, okay – I fess up – I’m took my recently extended taxes with me to complete. (I find I get a bigger refund when tequila is involved in my tax prep.)
- Speaking of tequila…
- I think I’m going to need all 7 pairs of flip flops
- Why we think we can’t get crackers in Mexico – I do not know. But they do go nicely with the cheese course snuggled in one of those cases (hopefully not next to the flip fops).
Laugh if you must – but when that box of wine comes spinning
off the baggage carousel – we meet all kinds of new friends. They would be so disappointed to know half of
it is Diet Coke!
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