I hate packing. Hate it. I have to do it. But I hate it. That being said, I actually think I'm pretty good at it. Jim might disagree - but you tell me how many people can pack winter clothes for 4 females (granted 3 are on the smaller side) for 2 weeks into just 2 bags? Someone with skills - that's who. He hems and haws, so I don't have the heart to tell him it's going to be 10 times worse once they start packing themselves.
As of right now I'm procrastinating. I have most of the clothes picked out and some toiletries packed but it's looking again like I will be scrambling at the last minute. Ugh. And I have the ability at this very moment to change the future and not be scrambling around tomorrow. But what am I doing? Watching the "Santa Clause 3" and not just because it's the only thing on. Because I actually like it. I like all the Santa Clause movies. 1, 2, & 3. And I don't care if you laugh at me.