As the IBMer and I popped open our suitcases the first night of our girl’s only vacation, I realized a more appropriate title for this post would be: what women don’t pack. Left to our own devices (with no weight restrictions or fear of ridicule), we brought everything but the kitchen sink!
What we brought
Self help books
Trashy magazines (as in celebrity trashy, not skanky)
Sea Vegetables (makes a gross, yet good for you post-workout drink)
4 Pairs of sweats with accompanying (not matching) slobby T-shirts
17 Articles of clothing from Lululemon
5 Different kinds of gum
7 Different types of sun screen
Self tanning lotion
1 Jack knife
1 Travel candle
1 Can of Pringles (large!)
Here’s what we didn’t pack
Friday to Sunday night underwear
I can’t tell you how awesome it was to spread out over the entire room, and have no husband nagging us about it.
Crazy, right? Even better than being so indulgent in our packing was throwing our clothing everywhere. It looked like a bomb went off in our room and we didn’t care. We both admitted had it been our spouses who left their underwear lying on the floor (as I did) or took over the dining room table with all their crap (as she did), we’d be pissed. Hmmm. Good thing the huz never reads this blog.
What makes it into your suitcase when nobody is looking?
I’m a freelance writer with bad hair, a loud mouth and a serious case of wanderlust. Whether it’s luggage, time or just life, I cram as much as possible into small compartments. Warning: Contents may shift during flight. My life is one bumpy ride! Follow me on Twitter or Pinterest.