I'll say that again. The Dad informed me that the smaller suitcase of our suitcase set wouldn't be big enough for our combined clothing needs for our three day, two night stay away. And for the most part of one of those days, we'd be in the water.
"There's no way we need that big bag," I said to The Dad who was piling his clothing on the bed as I was placing it in our suitcase.
"Where will I put my shoes?" he asked as he tossed me his swim trunks.
"They'll slide into the top pocket," I assured him as I placed my bathing suit on top and walked away. "Zip it up and load it," I hollered.
We drove our three-hour route in an record 8 1/2 hours and eventually arrived at our destination. We dumped our bags down the stairs to our basement bedroom and socialized with our family on the back porch until early the next morning. After chasing The Daughters into their beds, I turned to where our bag was and discovered two bags instead.
"What's this?" I asked, picking up the stowaway bag.
"I told you that small suitcase wouldn't be big enough," he said in his best I-told-you-so-voice.
"What's in it?" I asked fearful of the answer.
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| Seriously. One whole bag of shoes. |
Yep. My hubby - the love of my life, the man who made me a mother, the rock to my roll - had packed a bag full of shoes. How do I love him? Let me count the ways:
1. Good tennis shoes
2. Lake shoes
3. Bad tennis shoes for the lake
4. Casual flip-flops
5. Not-so-casual flip-flops.
Three days, two nights, one very metro man.
Happy Father's Day to the man who never leaves my blog without material!
