There's nothing like packing for a vacation to make you realize you have no clothes. This happens everytime I go somewhere. I'm sure you know what I am talking about. You fly through the vast sea of shirts pausing to consider some and completely ignoring others. You almost speak to the shirts as you push them to the side, "no, no, mmm....maybe" etc. As you near the end of the row you realize that you've only chosen 2 shirts when you need at least 7. So reluctantly you start over again and are forced to pack some that aren't quite right, but will just have to do. I honestly have a closet full of clothes so why is it that I have such a dislike for most of them? I'm considering starting a neighborhood shirt program. I picture a giant closet full of shirts that you can "check out" and then return when you are done and of course it is eligible for some kind of government grant that allows us to purchase new shirts twice a month. I suppose while I'm at it we might as well add shoes too. Yeah...I think I'll get right on that.
I live the good life! Seriously. I spend my days digging in the sandbox, playing dress-up, reading stories, watching Max & Ruby, kissing owies, tickling bellies, and contemplating emptying the dishwasher.