
Men? Generally speaking? Way different from women.* Years ago, I organized a holiday weekend ski trip for a dozen people. One of the guys brought this tiny satchel along for luggage. Not even backpack size. It was the size of a doctor's bag. I asked him what he had in there. He said a t-shirt and a clean pair of underwear. That was it. For the three day weekend. Klassy with a K, he was.
This, in no way resembles me. I would pack my entire closet if not for airline weight restrictions. Thus, I must choose. Call me Sophie. So, I LOATHE packing. I lovelovelove to travel and I love having the right things with me but I LOATHE packing. (That's right. All caps twice!) I do it at the absolute last possible moment. Pack my deodorant?! But I'll need it in the morning!
I know women who have duplicates of all their toiletries to make packing easier. I resist this, because, then, what excuse would I have for not packing early?
Add to this: I feel like I have to have every option available to me so everything has to be washed or dry cleaned, in case I might like to pack it.
Hubby: Is that an evening dress in the dry cleaning pile?
Me: *blink*
Hubby: We're going to the beach.
Me: Shh! I'm packing!
* Oh, please. You were bound to hear it eventually.
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12 March 2009
"Said you expected me to follow you all over the world" --Marti Jones
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