Hello from Lake Tahoe, one of our favorite relaxing places on planet earth. It rocks! Do I look cold in this picture? I am! Does my sweatshirt look too big? Does it look like it is a Minnesota sweatshirt that I would never wear? IT IS! See my husband? Doesn’t he look kind and thoughtful and fun. It’s all a FRONT! If we post more pictures from our adventures in Tahoe, be sure to notice my jeans…. because I will have them on in EVERY single photo. WHY? you ask.
Our story begins last Wednesday when I emptied my suitcase from my trip to Nashville, only long enough to wash the clothes and re-pack into a carry-on for my high school girl’s road trip. My family would be joining me in Tahoe after I flew to Los Angeles for the four day excursion with four of my high school friends. Us girls had to pack light as there were five of us in a suburban and we needed room for our vintage/shabby/thrift store gems yet to be purchased. And we used all that space too!
Knowing that I would need WARM clothes in Tahoe, I packed half of the big suitcase to share with my husband, as we have done for 27 years now. Being the Phoenix girl that I am, I added wool socks, flannel jammies, three more pair of socks, a big Mickey Mouse sweatshirt, sweats, a wind-proof jacket, five pair of undies, my warm fur Vera Wang bling bling slippers, long sleeve shirts, a heating pad, the next book in the series that I am reading, Christmas-in-July gifts for two of our friends, etc. etc. etc.
When our family was re-united (and it feels so good) at the lake, I immediately went to the suitcase to layer up on my clothes and find my slippers. I dug on one side. I dug on the other side. Then realization hit…. like a mosquito impacting the windshield at 75 mph…. MY STUFF WAS MISSING! WHAT? I almost couldn’t breathe for a few seconds. I threw out a few games and a pillow that my sweet husband had packed in the suitcase and then with a slightly elevated voice I “kindly” asked, “WHERE ARE MY CLOTHES?” His blank look of confusion on his handsome face confirmed that it was not a premeditated action taken to cause me mental anguish. He replied after a few seconds, “I took out all the stuff that you left in the suitcase from Nashville.” “IT WAS NOT FROM NASHVILLE! IT WAS WOOL SOCKS AND A HEATING PAD SO I DON’T FREEZE TO DEATH HERE IN TAHOE!”
He told me that I could just wear the clothes over and over from the road trip…. yeah… NO! It was a beach dress, shorts and a tank top and capris with a sleeveless shirt. NOT TAHOE FRIENDLY at all. I was wearing my jeans, thank God all mighty! And a blue t-shirt. And one of my three pair of underwear. And one of my two pair of socks. At that moment, I took Rick’s Minnesota sweatshirt from the suitcase and put it on. He commented, “Well, I brought that so I could wear it.” Too bad, Bucko.
My Vera Wang slippers have been temporarily replaced by these handmade Halloween slippers that are four sizes too large that I found in the cabin…. they ARE warm. I’m almost speechless at this turn of events. Almost. OK, not really. Several comments have been made ALL DAY LONG as to my clothes being the same as yesterday…. the stain on my blue t-shirt that appears to be growing… the outfit that I will have on for ALL the pictures this week…. a Bible verse about how we shouldn’t worry about what we wear…. and how I should really be choosing ONE outfit for my husband to also wear all week long next to me. :o) He is lucky that this is not a trip where I needed nice, dress-up clothes with matching jewelry and purses and shoes. Oh, let me tell you how lucky he is!
Good grief! Calm down.
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