Oh, sometimes I just slay me.
So here we are this morning, packing. I found the difficult stuff: the bug spray (go, me!), the sleeping bags, the mess kits; so I have no idea what the girls are doing up there. I mean, how hard is it to locate a pair of shorts, a pair of jeans, a shirt, some pajama pants, and socks?
|Well, except the packing part...|
Rachel claims she has no socks. Seriously. They all just "disappeared." I suppose she thinks that there is a natural attrition rate for these things.
Actually, in our house? She's probably right.