Me: Okay, so we're going to need eight days of clothing...
Mate: Check.
Me: Eight pairs of underwear--
Mate: Check.
Me: Plust eight more pairs because screaming period has commenced.
Mate: And socks.
Me: ....
Mate: And coats.
Me: And six bras.
Mate:...
Me: And eight T-shirts.
Mate: And eight T-shirts.
Me: And four pairs of jeans.
Mate: And two pairs of jeans.
Me: And five sweaters to go over the T-shirts.
Mate: And one hooded Sweatshirt.
Me: And four days of semi-formal clothes because we're going to be in a nice hotel and there's going to be lunch and dinner and brunch and something in case I hate what I brought.
Mate: And two plaid work shirts.
Me: And one more outfit in the semi-formal class because you just never know and remember the screaming period.
Mate: ...
Me: And another pair of jeans because of the screaming period and God knows where that's going to end up.
Mate: ...
Me: And wedding clothes. One dress and a cardigan.
Mate: A suit.
Me: And an extra cardigan in case red looks too pop for this crowd.
Mate: A tie.
Me: And add something to the semi-formal clothes just in case oh my God this suitcase holding the formal clothes gets lost.
Mate: ...
Me: And a bathing suit.
Mate: Sure.
Me: And two pairs of shoes I can wear with the dress.
Mate: Shiny shoes.
Me: And a pair of sandals I can wear in the hotel.
Mate: ...
Me: And an entire box of feminine hygiene because of the screaming period.
Mate: And Motrin.
Me: And another bottle of Motrin, yes, two at the very least.
Mate: ...
Me: And yarn--small bag, so I can make my hand warmers on the plane.
Mate: My phone.
Me: And a ball so I can make you a hat.
Mate: P.H.O.N.E.
Mate: And another ball so I can make Squish a hat.
Mate: You have a phone. I even gave you a power pack.
Me: And three balls of sock yarn in case we get kidnapped by knitting pirates who make me knit until my screaming period is over.
Mate: I don't believe this.
Me: And my power pack and my Kindle and my phone.
Mate: Whatever.
Me: And a paperback book in case all the electronics die on the plane.
Mate: Sure.
Me: HOLY GOD DO I HAVE EAR BUDS?
Mate: *sigh* Here.
Me: And five random tampons shoved in various corners of the suitcase.
Mate: I'll live.
Me: And my purse, with a brush.
Mate: I'll use your brush.
Me: We don't have a spare body wash.
Mate: The hotel will provide.
Me: Okay. We might be done.
Mate: I don't believe you.
Me: What?
Mate: You'll be throwing shit in your pockets on the way out the door.
Me: Just because I've done this every other time you've ever seen me pack.
Mate: I'll just be sitting here. PLAYING ON MY PHONE.
Me: One more ball of yarn.
Mate: *yawn*
Me: Did I remember makeup?
Mate: I'm going to bed.
Me: PAJAMAS! I NEED ONE MORE GODDAMNED PAIR!
Mate: ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ....
1 comment:
BWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!!!!! This looks like every other time we've had to pack, however - I refused to travel during 'that' time of the month. Wedding, funeral or other, something DRASTIC always happened if I traveled during 'Blood Week.' You are such a brave woman!
Hugs!
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