Pack That Ass Up
T minus...something like 39 hours until we head for the airport to begin our Washington adventure. As far as I know, MB has not yet secured us a ride to said airport. I hope he remembers to ask our friend R tomorrow.
We borrowed two big suitcases to use in addition to our two carry-on suitcases, and it's not looking so good for space.
I'm about halfway through my packing list, and here's the status report:
I'm not sure how I'm supposed to fit this guy in on top of all the clothes I need:
Once I figure out the clothes thing, I've got to fit all of these books into my backpack, along with my writing notebook, my purse, CDs, and a sweater...
Maybe I should find another suitcase to borrow.
Aim for the head!
Back in April, I joked about getting zombie-themed gear for a friend's baby. Enlisting the aid of R and his mad drawing skillz, I actually managed to pull it off. Custom zombie baby gear:
I'd be more than happy to set up a CafePress account
to spread the zombie baby love.)
The panic moths are ready to rumble with the giddy butterflies in the cage match of my insides. I'm beyond excited about the trip, but OMG...what if I forget to pack my underwear? Or the map to the wedding site? Or my dressy clothes? And OMG! Flying! Airports! Luggage! Security checks! Feline criminal mastermind home alone 23 hours out of the day for 7 days! Did I mention the flying? ACK!
Reading: Coraline by Neil Gaiman
Playing: the soundtrack from The Last Samurai, Car Wheels on a Gravel Road by Lucinda Williams