With family in town this week, I’ve spent all of my free time at my grandma’s house catching up on the past 23 years. That means we failed to pack last night to head to Lake Waccamaw (and we had intentions of leaving early this morning – as if we were heading to work.)
Does that really look like a cat who is going to let us go easily? Nope. Didn’t think so. And Kenny still hasn’t opened his suitcase.
We obviously needed a packing intervention.