We're Outa Here

Today we are heading to the beach for a five day break from the normal routine. Everyone packed themselves again with no interference from me. Keeping my hands and eyes out of their bags doesn't count for much though because I know that there's no place we'll be that will require any kind of appropriate, stuffy attire. One thing I did do was stop my husband from packing all his clothes, (underwear, socks and shoes) in a white plastic laundry basket. "It's easier to carry" he protested. I could just picture him plopping his basket down on the marble floor in front of the fancy check-in desk, turning to the bus boy and saying, "Careful with that, it's a blue-light special".