So I get home from work tonight and all I have to do to get ready for the trip is two loads of laundry and throw a bunch of crap in a bag. When I mentioned this to my boss, she shivered and said she’d freak out if she weren’t completely packed the day before a trip. I’m used to flying my the seat of my pants, I told her.
And lo, what should amount to an easy night is quickly becoming the stuff of Murphy’s Law. My washing machine is broken.
If you see me at the conference and I smell bad, you know why.
UPDATE: Oh yeah, I can’t find my bag either.