I have always been the worst person ever about unpacking suitcases after I've returned home from a trip.
The only person I know who is worse is Don Barley.
He teased me a couple days after my return from South Carolina about how quickly my suitcases were unpacked and put away and I strutted around right proud of myself.
Until I looked in the closet and couldn't find my little denim shirtdress I wanted to throw on to run out to do a few errands.
And then realized there were several dresses missing.
Oh No!
Were they still hanging in the closet in MarshSong?!
Nope.
Right here. Hanging on a door waiting to be unpacked.
<sigh>
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