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Packing it Up
We’re going to Oklahoma this weekend for a little family get together. Only three days away, but we’re obviously still going to need some stuff while we’re gone.
I really, really hate to pack, though. When I pack, pants that are supposed to be wrapped around everything like a package are forgotten and folded in three; socks shoved into shoes never actually prevent leather wrinkles; and even no-iron shirts come out needing a rigorous pressing.
If only we didn’t need a little delegation of our stuff everywhere we went. If only refusing to pack didn’t mean borrowing my mother-in-law’s nightgown.