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2009 Farewell

This is my last post of 2009. I’m too busy packing to think about blogging… unless I blog about packing. So, now I’ll babble on about my lip-biting indecisions about whether 3 pairs of pants is enough for 12 days of vacation, or if 4 pairs of heavy socks is enough for 8 days of skiing, or if this shirt is too casual for l’heure de l’apéro, or if I can make due with one pajama top for 12 days. And don’t even get me started about squeezing all my personal hygiene products into little bottles while fretting over the amount of moisturizer that I should bring. What if Mr. P dips into my stash? What if I require twice-daily total-body slatherings to prevent my tendency to develop maddening itchy-dry skin in dry snowy climates?

And then I realize that I am actually stressing out by trying to quantify the amount of moisturizer I need to bring to France. I mean, in France, the skin care lotion flows as freely as the wine. If I really need to stock up on something, it’s the jumbo butt-covering “grandma” underwear that I like to wear when I XC ski (warm and wedgie-free). In France, grotesquely oversized underwear for women is as foreign and vulgar as peanut butter. I suspect that most of the other women on the slopes are wearing lingerie.

While it would be easiest to just cram all my clothing into my luggage and not have to worry about forgetting anything, we will be staying in a studio apartment with 2 other adults and space will be tight. Mr. P and I will most likely have to share a closet… every wife’s nightmare. So unless I want to incur his wrath by packing all 5 pairs of long underwear, I should just prepared to smell a little bit. It is France, after all, and that’s why they have a thriving perfume industry.

So… pray for me. Pray that I get there safely. Pray that I won’t have my own personal helicopter tour of the French Alps (as they air-lift my broken body to the hospital). And pray that I won’t run out of underwear.

A final Happy Holidays and Happy New Year to all my family, friends, and Internet weirdos who are reading this…

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