What Women Pack

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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)
• Flattening iron
• Curling iron
• Curling iron/hair dryer combo
• Hot Rollers
• Candicin
• Prescription sleeping pills
• Chic lit
• Eater’s Digest herbal tea
• 1 Gluten-free pre-packaged sandwich
• 4 Pairs of sweats with accompanying (not matching) slobby T-shirts
• 9 Toothbrushes
• 5 Mascaras
• 17 Articles of clothing from Lululemon
• 14 Skirts
• 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

• Lingerie
• Uncomfortable bras
• Friday to Sunday night underwear
• Condoms
• Chocolate #majorfail

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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.

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