It really is. I know this because it’s what I’ve spent the past couple of days doing. I know this because I have more than a couple of days left to pack. Many more days…
Funny thing about 4 letter words. They travel in packs. All of a sudden… out of nowhere really… A sssslew of 4 letter words have shown up in my vocabulary. My inner truck driver has appeared and she ain’t happy!
Thankfully, JD is traveling. He thinks I’m dainty.
I let him believe this.
Besides, with JD out of town I can pack with no fear that my coveted 1970’s Blue Lady Gillette razor (that’s right w**9…I beat your bid at the last second. SWOOP. Ca-ching).
Where was I? Oh y
a. Putting things in a box with no “help” means my razor won’t end up in the same box as, oh let’s say a dirty motor oil funnel.
Because you and I know THAT scenario would prove to JD that:
I. Am. Not. Dainty
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