What I Did On My Vacation

Packing for vacation is such a tedious task for me.  I make lists.  I make lists of places to stay.  I make lists of things to do.  I make lists of things to pack. 

Picking out a place to stay is tortuous for me.  My husband could just close his eyes, put his finger on a place, and be perfectly content to stay wherever the all knowing finger landed.  However, for me I have certain criteria.  It has to be clean, it has to have beautiful views, it has to have a gorgeous pool, and I want pretty landscaping.  I don't want to look out my window and see a parking lot.  Oh, and it has to be cheap, uh, I mean inexpensive.

Sounds pretty picky.  And, rarely do I get all the things on my wish list, but occasionally I will stumble on the perfect place.  This is why it takes me forever to make vacation plans.

So, when the day finally arrives I'm in a flurry of activity.  I get my lists, begin a collection of all the necessary items.  You know what I mean, girls.  The outfit for what if it gets cold.  The outfit for what if I go there.  The shoes to match each outfit and outing.  Coordinating jewelry...hair accessories...hats....

Hubby's happy with a change of clothes, a change of underwear, and a ball cap.  He's ready to roll.

Anyway, on this particular day of leaving for vacation to go to warmer climates, I decide to wear this cute little peasant skirt.  You women know what I mean, but for the men who don't have a clue, it's a skirt with rows of material.  You have one row, then another row is sewn on, then another, then another.  Well, this particular skirt was a little long, so I decided that if I took off the last row of material, it would be the right length and I wouldn't have to hem it because each row is already finished off.  I'm figuring ten, maybe even fifteen minutes tops. 

I get my little seam ripper and begin the task.  I don't even bother with taking the skirt off.  I just sit down and start plucking away at the threads.

Okay, it's taking a little longer than I thought.  After fifteen minutes I'm still ripping and I'm not even halfway, but I'm too far to stop.  After forty minutes I'm still ripping, I'm starting to panic and I hear Hubby's vehicle coming up the driveway.  Must rip faster.  I'm ripping as fast as I can get that tiny seam ripper to go, there's piles of material in my lap, Hubby walks in and says those words that instill fear in my heart, "Are you ready?"  The reason these are fearful words is because that's when he starts carrying suitcases out to the car whether they're packed or not.  It's when I have to start running around throwing last minute necessities in, like rubberbands, tissue, and a spatula.

I don't know people.  At this point I'm just frantic.  I'm dragging around yards of material behind me as I run through the house grabbing anything I see to throw in the suitcase that could make a difference of whether we have a great vacation or not.  IT ALL DEPENDS ON ME.  Ahh, the pressure!

Okay, breath.  It's going to be okay.  I finally finish with the skirt, but the little underskirt is now longer than the actual skirt.  I don't even care.  I wear my little peasant skirt that now has a slip showing, grab my sweater, (just in case it gets cold in Florida...in the middle of spring), and run out the door.

We are now officially on our way.  Oh, no!  I forgot my metal detector!


I Corinthians 14:40  Let all things be done decently and in order.