Thursday, 18 June 2009

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    That's A Plenty
    By The Pointer Sisters
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    The Look

       Do you know someone who can deliver "the look"?  It's right there in their eyes, and it speaks volumes without sound.  My man has several of these looks depending on the moment, but the one I find amusing and sort of crazed is the one he gives me when I'm packing for a trip.  His rainbow colored eyes flash a green blue around the edges when I'm in the groove.  I think that's his "organize Lyne's packing," gone wild color.

      How to Pack

        Now, I start packing and when said bag is ready I put it in the holding area by the front door and one of the kids takes it and puts it by the car.  My husband aka The King, has a knack for packing/stacking that has shades of an art form to it.  He can fill space with style.  He can place a bag, if notified in advance in a strategic location for easy access to it during the trip.  I just pack and it shows up where I need it.

       The look intensifies as we get down to the last ones, and I have told him, "That's everything," and it's not.  After 32 years, he has educated himself to know that even when I've said, "That's it."  It's not.

       "Okay babe," he says.  "It's all out there right?"

       "Hm? What?" I say as I grab a cloth bag for a few things I've forgotten. "Yeah.  That's it."

       "Sooooo, what are you doing?," he says patiently.

       Distracted by the "what did I forget to put in this bag?" thoughts going through my mind, I respond with, "What do you mean, what am I doing? What am I doing with what?"

       "That stuff you're putting in that bag Lyne?"

       "Oh this?  It's going too."

       "Are you done packing?"

       "I'll bring it out."

       "Is that going to be it?"

       "You mean this bag?" I'm not even hearing myself at this point as I'm still running through my check list in my head.

       "Lyne!"

       "Sure," I respond. His words have finally caught up with my mind spin.

       "Are you sure?"

       "I said it was babe."  I flash him a toothy smile as I see the flash in his eyes.

       "I know what you're saying, but I see you're still looking around and that leads to more bags.  You are aware that we're only going to be gone for a weekend?"  He leans against the wall, takes a deep breath, and waits for my response.

       "You know I like to be prepared.  If I don't pack it, I'll need it or the kids will, or even you might..."  My voice trails off at this point as I know I'm not making any sense at all.

       "Like I said, are you sure this is it? All of it?"

       "All of what?," I tease.

       He playfully slaps my behind as I try to scoot by him with one more bag.  "Get in the car babe," he says, eyes flashing the look.

       "This car?  Do you have room for me too?" 

       He has intuitively, intentionally, or just plain logical thinking from living with me for this long, left a perfect hole for the last bag.

      From here we take our act out on the road.  Happy trails.    

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