Dirty little secret
I’ve been rummaging around my storage area looking for my carry on luggage (I refuse to pay these new baggage fees) for our trip to Hawaii this weekend. Have I mentioned that we’re going to Hawaii for the weekend? Sorry; I’ll try to be less obnoxious about it. I found the little roll-on bag and started up the stairs thinking that it felt a little heavy. I just figured that I must have filled it with something while we were moving and had forgotten to unpack it. Well, yes, I had forgotten to unpack it, but not from moving this summer. I forgot to unpack it from my trip to New Zealand last November. And by “forgot”, I mean that I was too lazy to unpack it.
I left clothing in a suitcase for nine months. It’s not (quite) as disgusting as you might imagine. They were all clean clothes; I must have removed the clothes that needed washing. Why would I have failed to remove the remainder? You know, the easy ones I would simply have put into the dresser or closet? Is this something other people do, or am I the laziest person in the world? I’m going to have to remember how ridiculous I felt when I realized what I had done when I return from our trip next week. Have I mentioned that we’re going away this weekend?
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