Naturally I have been doing everything in my power to ensure that I will have forgotten something... why do I do this? I am leaving for 3 weeks. I have to attend a baptism and a wedding -- both of which require that I bring some "nice" clothes -- read not jeans/shorts/capris/or my newfound obsession: yoga/stretchy pants -- and here I am posting a post about nothing. I also, modified my blog template, played on facebook for about an hour, made an elaborate/huge breakfast for me and Neil, and am still lounging around in my jammies at 2PM.

I got the nastiest sunburn/heat rash while camping. You know the term "pizza face"? Well I have "pizza" shoulders that are currently slathered with Aloe Vera gel. My legs are also burned so bad that they too are slathered -- to prevent me from scratching them. Neil, in an attempt to stop my incessant whining about the itchiness/heat/pain emanating from my various burned appendages, offered to amputate my arms and then proceeded to ominously chase me around our bedroom with a huge bread knife.

He just took off to his office for a few hours of work this afternoon and left me alone to try and cram all of my clothes in one suitcase. I know I will end up taking two -- but I always start off thinking I can do it in one.

Shit! I just realized that I haven't printed my boarding pass... guess I'll start there!

Next time I post, it will be from the Vag. Heaven help me.