(sigh)
When Bill and I embarked on our three-week trip to the southwest the end of March, the car was a sardine can with not much room for the two of us. Bill tends to -- no, DOES -- overpack in anticipation of any need that may arise. I was slightly irritated at the amount of stuff being jammed into the car because there were a few things I wanted to shop for and bring back. And, since he is a relentless shopper and I'm not, I knew we were in for trouble before ever leaving the driveway.
I purchased a few, and I mean a few, items to bring home, but he shopped for three straight weeks including shopping excursions on the drive out and back. But when we arrived home last week and he began emptying the car, I had to just sit and shake my head in amazement. You see, some of the items he had relegated as "emergency" items were stowed in many suitcases, bags, small compartments of the car which I had not seen. Here's a PARTIAL inventory of what he stashed away to take with us:
2 oversized butcher knives
a dozen straws
a Tide stain pen
a myriad of hot chocolate packets, tea bags, bags of microwave popcorn, crackers, candies, gum
200 packets of Equal in a gallon sandwich bag
Sandwich bags of all sizes
Plastic bags of all sizes
Brown paper bags of all sizes
Batteries in every size
2 laptops
2 cameras and equipment
flashlights, penlights, flares
plastic utinsels
hand sanitizers and lotions
paper towels
a white noise machine
several pillows and blankets
half dozen pairs of sunglasses, goggles (for seeing in all types of weather)
the GPS
several atlases
road maps to places we weren't even going
books on adobe homes and southwestern architecture
a dozen other books on a variety of topics
every over-the-counter medicine known to man
thick AAA books on places to stay and dine AND
individual books from several motel chains with motel locations
scissors, rubber bands, paper clips, writing tablets, a dozen pens
a black powder gun
We left the pepper spray behind.
(sigh)
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