The Maine has Completed Her First Packing Run!

Whew!!!  Glad we got that one all wrapped up.

I was about the worry for a second.... Maybe being a new mother had robbed her of her prior superpowers.  But, as she has proven so many times before, I was wrong.

It all started this evening, as I was polishing off a nice tall Scotch (seems Daddy has had a rough week, and cannot wait until vacation).  After dinner, we adjourn to the bedroom... careful!... where the Maine has the suitcase all flambay-ed open.

And a packin we well go.  It was slow going at first.  Seems the Pizz has more clothes then both of us combined.  But the Maine was trying to keep us all in 1 suitcase (chew on that one for a little bit).  It looked rough for a moment.  My clothes were starting to pile up.  Somehow, the Maine got all of hers into 1 2x2 foot packing sack.  Wow!  Then she was feverishly trying to arrange my stuff.  It didn't look like we'd fit.

"Maine?" I ask "Why don't we take another suitcase too?  We can easily make do with the 'Little Boy' as well?"  (Editors note: we have a dual suitcase set, which we have accrued over time.  One is called the "Fat Man" and the "Little Boy"... or maybe it was "Big Boy and Little Boy".  Anyway, one is obviously bigger than the other... ok!)

"What do you mean?" she says with a sly smile...  "This is the Little Boy!!!"

"What!?!??!"  I went apoplectic.  "Are you telling me that I have to cut back on my european wardrobe, so that you can placate your inner packing demon?"

One look said enough.  And, deep down, it just made her want to pack and organize some more.  She turned and focused on the Little Boy.  I became very very quiet.

So now, after 30 minutes, the Travelers Yarnoz are cruising overseas in one suitcase, the Little Boy, with some extra space for goodies!!!

You know what they say, never mess with a woman who's packin!!!