Sort of. There are always last-minute things to put into the suitcase. The nightgown that's still in the dryer, my pillows.
Yes. My pillows. Not all five of them, I assure you although I believe there would be room. My pillows are feather and some of them are so old and so flat that the pillowcase adds more weight and bulk to them than the pillows themselves.
And yeah, don't bother telling me about dust mites. I have very comfy dust mites.
I feel like I'm forgetting something of huge importance. I keep going over things in my mind. I have dresses and shoes and underwear and my meds and books and magazines and the bathing suits and the sun screen and a hair brush.
Did I pack my hairbrush?
I best go check.
Phew! Glad I checked. I hadn't. And I'm just certain that there are no hairbrushes for sale in all of Mexico.
The hardest part was figuring out which purse to take.
Hi! My name is Mary! I'm a purse addict!
I really am.
I have so many purses, most of them covered in mildew because I haven't used them in years. I cleaned about four of them, trying to decide which one to take. I finally settled on a very plain black leather Frye bag I bought back when Hank and May were little. It's been patiently waiting forever to be used again and now it shall be. It's pretty big but not one of those purses you could use to pack a Mastiff in. Maybe a teacup chihuahua, though. Or even a small regular one. I'm also taking a small bag for going out and, well, I don't know. Taking wherever I don't need a big purse. The small bag looks like something a sixty-four year old woman would take on a vacation. It is extremely over-the-shoulder-friendly and has many pockets and zippers. It screams "Tourist!" just as effectively as a fanny pack. Like you could wear it while climbing a pyramid although that's not going to happen because the last pyramid I climbed was an insanely steep and tall one at the ruins of Coba which is in the jungle in the Yucatan. It looks like this.
I have no idea why I did that but I did. Climbing it wasn't that bad but when I got to the top and looked down I almost died. In fact, I wanted to die. I could see no way to safely make my way down to the bottom but as I am here now you can be certain I did.
Unless I died and am dreaming all of this.
Anyway, after that I said, "As GOD is my witness, I WILL NEVER CLIMB ANOTHER PYRAMID IN MY LIFE!"
And I haven't.
I love Mexico. Maybe things have changed since the last time I visited any sites with pyramids but they don't bother with signs warning you that if you climb that sucker and happen to trip and fall, you're going to be one dead gringo. They just figure that you can probably figure that out for yourself and if not- well- too bad.
One more sacrifice to the gods.
So. Mr. Moon has gone to his last basketball game for the year. FSU versus Somebody. I fed him frozen pizza.
I wonder what we'll be eating tomorrow night.
Looks like we'll be flying out in the rain tomorrow morning and arriving to rain when we get to Cozumel. Unless somehow the rain prevents us from getting out of here, I could give a rat's ass.
Island weather is rain-come, rain-go and if you're lucky, a rainbow.
I guess I better end this now. I am setting my phone alarm for 3:45 a.m. This is not going to be pretty, let me just say.
And I'd like to add one more thing- Rachel got the great news today that she has the job she applied for and interviewed twice for. I think it was twice. It's a job she really, really wanted and it's a job that will make a difference in people's lives.
We are so proud of that woman!
All right, guys. See you tomorrow when the travel reports hopefully begin.
Big love...Ms. Moon