My wife better not put a damn thing in that minivan while I’m at work. Spent the better part of the night figuring out the most efficient packing strategy... it’s like the re-entry plans in Apollo 13, they have to be in sequence. Do you want to get to Florida with the deflector shields in place or do you want to die in a flaming inferno, woman?
Those of you who have been fortunate enough to meet me know that I am an idiot. Well, about 7 years ago, my wife had waaaaaaay too much stuff for me to try to fit in the 4Runner for a trip to Destin. I mean, there was zero chance I could make this stuff fit.
Well, it may have been pure luck, fate or divine intervention, but I packed that sucker perfectly... like fried rice in one of those paper cartons you get at your favorite Chinese joint.
Now, every summer, the pressure is on to duplicate that feat. So far, so good. But I know sooner or later my wife will realize we have been living a lie and I am not the packing guru she thinks I am.
I am pushing for us to fly next year. Give the few things we can't bring on the plane (5' Millennium Falcon, shade canopy, cooler, etc) to one of our family members who are driving and take to the skies. No worries about packing the car to my own other worldly standards and no driving thru Alabama. Winner.
ShowKiller, don't try to be a hero. Think about yourself for once. Take care of you. It is ok.
