In about five hours, a taxi is going to be picking us up to drive us to the airport. Yep, 5 hours from now. Make that 4 hours and 59 minutes. And we’re STILL up packing!! It’s pretty safe to say that Justin & I just might be the world’s WORST packers. And to be honest, I have a feeling that most of it is my fault. See, my approach to packing goes a little something like this: step 1 take over the entire bedroom, step 2 pull out anything and everything that I could ever possibly need on the trip and pile it on the bed, step 3 narrow from there. This final step usually takes no less than ten rounds to get the luggage down to within the ballpark of the weight limits. Or at least in the next neighborhood over. Let’s put it this way, if luggage could enter the boxing ring mine would be the heavy weight champion of the world. It’s voluptuous. Reubenesque. Big boned. It eats its feelings.
So if any of you out there have any input on a more efficient means of packing….I’m all ears. Or eyes as the case might be.
So as I was saying, in 4 hours and 55 minutes a taxi will be arriving at our door and whisking us away to the airport. We are going to be out of the country for the next week in Punta Cana shooting the oh so super fabulous wedding of Stef & Dave. There are palm trees and drinks with little umbrellas in our very near future, so as you can imagine we won’t be checking email or voicemail while we’re gone.
But if you’d like to send a message in a bottle, then we’ll be sure to keep an eye out for it!
**Speaking of messages in a bottle, check out Stef & Dave’s super cute invitation! Oh how I love me a good theme!