Packing

I don't think there is anything worse than packing for a trip; maybe, unpacking, but that's about it. You'd think that I would be all excited and everything but I always pack way too much. Do I really need a winter parka for a week long visit to the Gulf Coast in mid July? ...maybe. I gotta have something to cover up my virgin white skin and white patches. White patches, you ask? Yep, I've got the Michael Jackson disease that somehow removes the pigment from your skin and leaves a white patch, otherwise known as vitiligo. And you thought he just bleached his skin...shame on you. Anyhow, it's an autoimmune condition common in people with diabetes. Basically, the more I tan elsewhere, the whiter the white patches become. Anyhow, I'm packing for my trip back north of the sweet tea line to see the kids that I graduated with; it's our 25 year reunion. Making matters worse is that I have asked several of my friends what they are wearing to help me decide and to consolidate my packing. The answer to that question is that they didn't know. Nice. That means that I have to pack everything (that still fits) hanging in my closet. I mean, it's not like I can just run out to the mall and pick something up. (The nearest mall is almost 50 miles away...BF Egypt, if you get my drift.) Well, that's it for now. I've procrastinated long enough, and I still don't have anything packed. Can you say road trip?