So here we are, madly packing, getting ready for vacation. Which is quite the production now that we're traveling with a crawling and wanting-to-walk Mali Zub. It's amazing how much stuff we have for the little bugger. Let's just say that Kimo and I are sharing one suitcase while Mali Zub (and all his gear) gets the other. Yikes.
My mother, The Original Peasant Woman, who's watching Zubs while we pack, is slightly horrified. Very Un-Peasant-Like behavior, how much stuff we're schlepping along. Especially since we're not even traveling with a serious Peasant Provisions bag, which usually includes a chicken, a loaf of bread, salami and whatever other stinky foodstuffs you can cram into your bag. The smeller, the better, I've found, since it usually helps keep your neighboring seat mates from inching into your space.