Two and a half hours before we leave for the airport for our flight to London. My husband has just put his giant load of laundry in the dryer. Laundry that he plans to wear on the trip. Laundry that has to dry and be packed. Meanwhile, I am packed, dressed, even wearing makeup. Estee Lauder 16 Hour - safe to wear this early because you have to crack it like a three minute egg to make it move. The husband in question is in search of a present for our hostess in Ireland (I suggested a Georgia wine a few weeks ago. He hated the idea but didn't come up with anything else, so Kennesaw's finest it is.)
By the time we leave, I will be a nervous wreck and my husband will be calm and relaxed. Au revoir, y'all. Be back with you all too soon!
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