Saturday, February 14, 2009

Pride cometh before a fall

It was with great pride that I compared the size of my luggage with the kids. All of them. Including the boys. I had the smallest. Carry on only. Sure it was jammed in there tighter than a whore in a red mini skirt, but I had done it. After 3 full days in NYC, I have picked up a few things along the way, and I say to you . . . I have NO FREAKING IDEA of how I'm going to get everything into that small little piece of luggage. In fact, I can say with all most total certainty, it ain't gonna happen. Chit. Chit. Chit.

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