I'm packing for the much-anticipated wedding of the Captain and Agent Mike (don't worry! I have planned what to do in case of fire!), and am seriously scared by the amount of stuff I have to bring, and the variety of containers it must be brought in, in order to prepare for, basically, three days of hanging out plus one Event. Getting me presentable is starting to resemble a NASA launch in terms of expense and complexity. What happened to the girl who refused to carry anything except a man's wallet in her raggedy cords? I mean damn.
Posted by hilatron at August 18, 2005 12:16 AM | TrackBack