Last night he announced that we would be driving the motorcycle. Um, WHAT?!?! I have not ridden that thing more than three times, and two of those times were around the yard and into the pasture. I am NOT a motorcycle gal. I have given every excuse in the book to him in the past 12 hours as to why we should NOT drive it. Seriously, where is everything going to be packed? You know what he told me before he left this morning? To take either a comb or a hairbrush. WHAT?!?! I quickly declared myself a sissy and not adventuresome, to which he just laughed, smiled and said, "Yes, you are." I am already getting anxiety thinking about going around curves so close to the pavement. And there is no swaying his mind once it is made up. Please. Pray. For. Me.
What will I be packing for the weekend? Good question. Since I couldn't get a final answer on what we will be packing our things into, this is probably I will be able to take. Do you think it would fit into a fanny pack around my waist?
Gotta share this deal that I snagged yesterday. I noticed a new resale shop last time I ate at one of my favorite delis. Yesterday I went it to find out their policy for consigning with them. While I was there I spied this little baby. Yep, Milly, new with tags. Not my size, but Emily will be getting a package in the mail next week.
Have a wonderful and safe weekend!