...one suitcase and then some.

By the time Rocky got home from work on Wednesday, I was packed and ready to go with my one tiny suitcase.  He was visibly impressed because I think deep down he didn’t think I would be able to do it.  If we’re being honest, I had my doubts, too.  Still, here sat my lovely little 21 x 14 x 9 suitcase ready for my trip.  As Rocky began to pack it became evident to me that he would be packing like a girl.  At one point I was convinced he was digging into the back of the closet to pull out things he hadn’t worn in ages.  I mean, why would he think that he should take his corduroy fedora hat from an 80s party we went to a year ago?  Or waterproof golf pants and jacket.  This continued for about an hour while I teased him and boasted of my own packing skills.  What’s that old saying…pride comes before a fall?  Well as it would turn out, in the midst of my teasing I remembered I had not packed my makeup or hair dryer.  Nor had I remembered a blanket for the plain.  As he finished packing, what had once looked like a mountain of clothes now sat in his suitcase and he had room to spare.  Anyone see where this is going?  After all the smack I talked to him, I had to then beg him to carry my hair dryer, my round brush, and my sunglasses case.  Then when he wasn’t looking I stuck the blanket in with a few other things I might need.  I’m sure he will notice at some point, but hopefully not before we are on our way?