That is unless something terrible happens like the dog eating my passport. Oh wait, that did happen. No joke. The delivery guy set the envelope with all our important documents within reach of the dogs. Such incompetence! Tut tut! Thankfully they weren't quite digested and were found scattered along my brother-in-law's driveway with nothing worse than a little dirt and a few teethmarks.
Right now our living room is crowded with six large suitcases, three rolling carry-on cases, and piles of stuff. There is some order to the madness. Some. But no worries, Mr. Adventure is a master packer. I'm not so good at it. I put like two things in a bag and wail, "It'll never fit!...". Yes, that actually happened this morning. Fifteen minutes later, exactly fifty pounds of luggage was neatly stuffed inside my little purple suitcase. Hmm, I love him...
