We're off to the mountains for a long weekend. I'd meant to post something witty and true about the awfulness of packing for trips, how bad my family is at it, how we never leave when we say we're going to, how we always forget something important, how I feel like this may be the time we finally forget the fish.
But I don't have time. We're supposed to leave in thirty minutes. Little forward progress has been made. I must run in hopes that we'll only get left one hour instead of two behind schedule.
See you next week!
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