Packing, Packing...

(I am singing this) I hate packing. It is awful. It is no fun, all the clothes, all the clothes. What shoes to bring? What will the African people wear? (stop singing.) As you can see, I am wasting time blogging instead of packing. I have a lot done for me. I really am not taking a lot. My carry on bag is always my biggest concern. So important. It carries your entertainment devices and snacks. Books, I-Pod, snack, makeup, change of clothes and in my case this 2 day flight thing requires a lot of the little guy (bag). So much rests on the scrawny little carry-on bag. My big rig is all packed, lock and load. Little guy keeps getting things shoved in...he will not be ready until 5:30 a.m. Thursday. Packing is my least favorite activity behind vomiting, albeit not a close second, but still, second. Moving is up there as well. But that is only because moving requires packing, so does that count? (back to my song) Lalalala it is boring, makes me sleepy, packing, packing, I hate packing....