I'm leaving work in about a half hour to get home and finish packing.
If you know me at all, you are aware how rare it is for me to NOT be finished packing. I love preparing for trips - the suitcase, the carry-on, the LISTS. I am insane when it comes to lists. But that's me, I'm crazy. And a little OCD.
After dropping The Lady at Reagan on Sunday morning, I returned home (after driving many blocks out of my way to avoid this and had to park on the other side of Massachusetts Ave.) and proceeded to pack.
I found my favorite carry-on bag folded neatly on the floor of my closet, but something was... off. There was a strange smell, and unfortunately, I knew exactly what I would find even before I took a gander: a dead cockroach. It was on its back, legs curled, and had excreted a vile substance onto the lining of my pretty, pretty bag.
If you know me at all, you are aware how rare it is for me to NOT be finished packing. I love preparing for trips - the suitcase, the carry-on, the LISTS. I am insane when it comes to lists. But that's me, I'm crazy. And a little OCD.
After dropping The Lady at Reagan on Sunday morning, I returned home (after driving many blocks out of my way to avoid this and had to park on the other side of Massachusetts Ave.) and proceeded to pack.
I found my favorite carry-on bag folded neatly on the floor of my closet, but something was... off. There was a strange smell, and unfortunately, I knew exactly what I would find even before I took a gander: a dead cockroach. It was on its back, legs curled, and had excreted a vile substance onto the lining of my pretty, pretty bag.
"Son of a bitch!"I tossed the carcass and scrubbed the bag with 409. It smelled fine, but the whole experience ruined me for further packing. So I took a nap.
Or tried to take a nap. Just as I stretched out onto my bed, Jen hollered that Nigella was starting on the Food Network. OMG, I love her so much and it was her new show and yay! So I happily trotted to the couch and that's where I stayed. For the next three hours.
What the hell?
I occasionally waltzed back to my room to toss something into my suitcase, but since I couldn't really pack until today, I just figured that I had time. And since I was up late every night this weekend, I couldn't fall asleep at all last night. So I popped in the fourth season of Scrubs until I finally passed out.
Dammit!
2 comments:
Yeh, I wasn't warned about the Cap. Hill Classic. What a surprise to get there and find the roads closed!
I'm glad that we left early to drop the Lady at the airport, because we drove around in circles for a while until I finally asked a cop to let me drive through a barrier on 4th. She was bitchy. It was awesome.
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