The Loose Ends

We overslept today. Well, I say we did. Boyfriend disagrees.

We packed at our usual record speed, and since Boyfriend had more practice, he has a functional check list. I don't, so I spent the whole day thinking of things I had yet to chuck into my bag.

Oh, and then there's the loose ends I'm trying desperately to tie up. I want to finish doing laundry, and do all the dishes and finish my knitting and reading.

The reading I managed, the dishes sort of, but the laundry basket is magical: it keeps filling itself up with stuff while I'm not looking. And no, it's not Boyfriend's stuff, there's my stuff too. On the bright side, I did finish my huge pile of bedlinen. Now it's just half a load of towels, a selection of coloreds and a smattering of darks. Not enough to warrant running three loads in the middle of the night.

My knitting I'm desperately working on now, but it's looking like I'm not going to go to bed any time soon if I keep working on it. But I want to know if I've got enough yarn and if I can start on the more portable slipper thang I've got my eye on. I think I'll ask Boyfriend to help me wind a ball later and knit while he's asleep. This thing is not going to let me go.

We also went shopping today for a few things we still needed. I don't know what kind of image a toy pony, condoms, razor blades and cereal paints, but that's what we got. The pony was on sale and missing in Boyfriend's collection, I wasn't sure if we had enough cereal to last us until after we're back and the condoms and razor blades we ran out of. I'm not sure if we're going to use them while on holiday, but better safe than sorry and all that. When it comes to smooth legs, it's perhaps a bit extreme to use it, but I definitely don't want babies happening, so double dutch it is.

Then there's the things you pack where you go 'I'm not sure, but...' Like eight pairs of socks when you're going for six days and wear Birkenstocks most of the time. Like three filled drinking bottles in case I need to lend one or someone in the family 'borrows' one the way they borrowed two of my six millimeter double point knitting needles three years ago. Heck, I'll pay a drinking bottle in ransom to see it back, to be honest. Like three books when I haven't been reading as avidly as usual lately. Then again, I'm leaving my pc here and my iPod is probably going to end up being used by my baby cousin, who likes playing Fruit Ninja. Should I take the cow hand puppet?

And I feel downright silly for panicking about other things. I packed a small stock of travel medications, as experience has taught me is necessary, but I can't find the aspirin we bought a few weeks back. We probably won't need it, and it costs like less than four euros to get a new package, but it's still bugging me. Somehow, I've got this sinking feeling someone will have a headache the size of Texas on Sunday, before we can buy new ones.

Oh, and I'm bringing an incendiary device a non-electronic piece of entertainment. I have fond memories of me and my family skipping meals and vowing bloody murder over it, so it might not be the best idea to bring it, but it's tiny and it was cheap and I want to play. It's Monopoly - Travel Edition. It's the size of a book and it's in German. Let the good times roll.

Let's see how this all turns out...