Vacation?

Well, it is official.  I have procrastinated so perfectly that this morning when I woke up, there was not a SINGLE item packed!

Those that know me know how odd that really is.  I usually start packing as soon as the dates are firm!  At the very least I have a packing list ready with a list of things that need to be bought.  We leave in two days.

Normally, the husband is in charge of getting the vehicle ready to travel.  He is also in charge of getting his own things packed.  And oddly, he loves to go shopping the night before we leave to get anything that has been forgotten.

This trip he has to work over the weekend.  So all those jobs are now mine.  Sometime this weekend, I have to find time to get the van serviced and detailed, gassed and packed.  And I haven't even started PACKING!

To top it off, Miss B has no clothes to wear! She is so hard to buy for!  Yup...she is at THAT age.  Of course, she has a complete weekend planned with church activities and spending time with her older sister.  I'm not sure exactly how that is going to work itself out.  Probably she and her Dad will take a late night shopping trip Sunday night.

Of course, every time we go on vacation, something happens back here that requires at least one phone call from work to the husband.  (once he even got a call from the bad guy's mom.  She was afraid her son was about to get shot, seeing as how they had him surrounded.  His advice to said worried mom?  "Tell him to give himself up!")

So, we always wodder what is going to happen with this trip.  Sometimes it makes for an interesting trip.  Is THIS the call?  How about THIS one?

And of course, there is always the added adventure of always seeing someone that knows the husband.  Now, we have gone to his hometown.  It is about a 14 hour drive from where we now live.  VERY small town. Does he run into anyone that knows him from when he was a boy?  No, we run into someone that knows him from HERE!  We never go to Disney without someone recognizing him.  While we haven't been to the beach in a long time, we never go without running into someone that knows him.  (A few times it has been the bad guys that recognize him.  Can be a bit strange to be at a restaurant somewhere a long way from home and hearing someone say..."I know you!  You arrested me back in.....")

I suppose, if I really want to get something done, I need to get off the computer and get to work.

(and to any bad guys that are interested in the fact that we are going out of town...our house will still be occupied!  Large size son and two dogs........)



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