The Joy of Packing and Sarcasm

This afternoon I leave for Sugarbush, VT.

But, before we make the trek up north, several things have to be done, and they go like this:

1. Pack
2. And pack
3. And pack some more

And then...

4. Check to make sure you have everything.
5. Check again.
6. And again.

...And even after all of that, I still manage to forget something.

Usually it's nothing too important, or something you can easily buy at that general store around the corner, but still, you forgot something.

To be completely honest, I hate packing. I love the feeling of it, because I know I'm headed someplace great. But I never know how much of something to bring, I can never fit stuff in the bag properly, and, a common failing I believe, is that I can't make desicions. The red shirt or the black one? Small purse or big purse? Jeans or sweatpants? It's terrible.

It has been way too long since I have posted any sort of book review (since Let It Snow I believe). I am currently reading Safe Haven, by Nicholas Sparks. The movie adaption comes to theaters this Valentine's Day. I also made a trip too Barnes & Noble last weekend bearing a gift card. Here's what I left with: Will Grayson, Will Grayson by John Green and David Levithan, Between Shades of Gray by Ruta Sepetys, Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte and $2.22 left on my card.

I must be heading out the door now, but I hope to be back tomorrow with thoughts from the Tucker Hill Inn!