Ha ha ha. Was I pulling that off? Of course I don't do that.
The minute I get home from a trip, I lay down for a nap!
One must always have a vacation after their vacation.
I guess that philosophy is why I live in a sea of clothes, papers, etc.
(It's not quite as bad as THIS, but it's no OCD-ridden space either.)
Anyway! That's not the point. The point is that I FOUND something today while I was unpacking my suitcase from this fun I had:
You see, six years ago I did this:
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(got married) |
However, when we got home, my mother asked me where my "something borrowed" (and old, and blue) was. I couldn't find it. For almost six years I have had guilt that I lost my mother's garter she let me wear for my wedding.
Well, ladies and gentlemen, it has been recovered.
The suitcase I took to Wendover this weekend was apparently the very same suitcase I took on my "honeymoon" to the B&B back in 2005. There, in the front pocket, was my mom's blue garter, looking as good as it did the day she loaned it to me. :)
"It's amazing what you find when you clean your room," huh Mom?