Just two more weeks before my Dad gets here, we examine all the stuff we're taking with us and decide we either: a) Have WAY too much, or b) Must frantically scramble to find a very key purchase that we have both somehow overlooked. There's also the very real possibility of a secret third choice: c) I will need to sneak some of my supplies into my Dad's duffle while he is otherwise occupied.
My supplies (e.g., every OTC drug known to man, four months worth of both disposable contacts & assorted "lady products") vastly outweigh my clothes, so be prepared to see me in one of like three outfits in all photos. I envision some type of ritualized "burning of the crusty t-shirts" before I return in February.
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