a post in two parts: the problematics of packing

"You know what's wrong with you?" 

"No, what?"

"Nothing."

...and this, right there, is why I prefer older movies. (Not just because Cary Grant is in it.) (Although he definitely is a factor...)

They're just so... sweet. I can't describe it any other way than that. (You know I must be enjoying it when I'm struck speechless...doesn't happen often!) 

You might be asking yourself right around now, "aren't you supposed to be packing? Not rhapsodizing on the joys of old movies and Cary Grant?" 

And the answer to that would be...why, yes.

However, look at my suitcase.

Do you really think I need to bring anything else? (And just to reassure: that can is not pepper spray or explosives, but dry shampoo. No matter where I go, my hair must look fabulous!) 

But...

HAH. I fooled you. The inside of my suitcase actually looks like this:

That is... half empty. (And honestly, if I wasn't bringing my enormous Desigual sweater, it would be only a quarter full. That thing is HUGE. I could conceal a dead body with it... what?) 

Yes. Let that sink it for a moment (not the dead body thing, I was kidding about that, I swear... although who knows, I might get annoyed by some of my travel companions and need to use it... so the lesson here is DON'T GET ME MAD) and marvel. 

Honestly, though... I'm pretty much packed. All that remains is the all-important things like toothbrush, makeup... (YES. I need makeup, and anyone who says elsewise has never seen me first thing in the morning. If you tell me that I don't need to bring something, I will take it as a personal challenge and bring it for sure.) Why is it that the most important items are the ones you can't pack until later, and are thus most likely to forget?

However, procrastinating isn't doing me any good either. I am now terrified that something like this is going to happen to me...

Happy Wednesday, ninjas! Any embarassing airport stories to share?