I hate packing. The sorting and the folding and the planning and the actual stuffing of previously unwrinkled clothes into a suitcase. Then the all the other stuff that has to be toted from various places and crammed in with the clothes. I make lists, what to pack broken down by person travelling, lists of things that need to get done before we leave. a list of directions for the person pet-sitting. Which is basically "Hey, make sure my cats are alive when I get back".
But who couldn't love this face?
Back to the packing I guess, I can't blog pointlessly forever. Or can I??? Hmmm....
What's that? hear it? Yup, that is the sound of my procrastination.