Wow. I don’t just have a few ideas for books for my vacation, but for the rest of my life. I think Karen Kingsbury was the clear winner. Her publisher couldn’t have come up with a better way to get some free P.R.
Anyway, I headed to the library this afternoon and chose three books for my trip. I’m not going to tell y’all what they are, but I will let you know my thoughts as I finish them. I’m really not trying to be all secretive but I’m afraid that I’ll share my choices and then get about twenty comments telling me it’s a horrible book and how I will hate it with every fiber of my being which will cause me to become horribly jaded before I ever even begin the first chapter.
I can’t handle that kind of pressure.
Just know that two of my choices were recommended in the comments and the other I chose on my own. Also, none of them are by Karen Kingsbury because I am a rebel at heart.
Seriously, thanks for all the suggestions. I’ve already read several of the suggested books which served as some sort of validation that I’m not completely out of the literary loop, in spite of the fact that In Style magazine is what is most often on my bedside table.
Of course I’m not entirely sure that the Shopaholic series counts as literary greatness, but the first two books in the series did make me laugh out loud at a time when I was completely sleep-deprived and hanging on to my sanity by a thread because Caroline was about three months old. However, after the third book in the series, I reached a point where I had a hard time believing anyone could continue to be that fiscally irresponsible.
And that is a strong statement coming from someone who regularly overdrew on her bank account from 1990-1994.
So, now that the book decision is settled, I’m trying to get everything else ready. I spent the rest of yesterday doing laundry and buying travel-sized toiletries at HEB. I am a sucker for travel-sized toiletries. I bought things I don’t even use at home just because they were available in little bitty bottles.
Then last night as I was cooking dinner, P and I began discussing a few details of our trip. I told him I had borrowed two big suitcases from Mimi and Bops so we’d have plenty of packing room. He informed me that he wasn’t going to take one of the big suitcases because why would he need all that room?
Here are the respective bags we will be taking on our trip.
No, that’s not a carry-on. That’s what P is taking as a suitcase.
Apparently I am married to the David Copperfield of packing.
This was the ensuing conversation.
“You can’t just take a backpack. You have to pack your suit.”
“Well, I’ll just put my suit in your suitcase.”
“Um, NO. THERE WON’T BE ANY ROOM.”
“How much are you packing? We’re going to be at the beach. What will you possibly need other than a bathing suit?”
“How long have you been married to me?”
“Seriously, how will you fill all that space?”
“Minimum five pairs of shoes, hair products, multiple outfits, and vast amounts of beauty products. I require maintenance. In the words of Dolly Parton, ‘It takes some effort to look like this’.”
Eye roll.
Not him. Me.
All I know is I’m not taking up precious room in my suitcase for his suit. He’s going to have a heck of a time getting out all the wrinkles after it’s been stuffed in a backpack for the better part of six hours.
Although I may still bring the other suitcase because I could totally fit my three favorite pillows and a sound machine in it, which would officially make it THE BEST VACATION EVER.
And if there’s room for his suit among my pillows, I’ll consider letting it in.