Traveling

I was packing my bag last night for this trip I'm taking tonight and managed to get everything for two days in my wee courier bag. I'm so impressed with myself. But, I should acknowledge that I managed to get everything in there because I'm going to be seeing my mother.

You see, the best thing about going on a trip with one's mother - or maybe just my mother - is that you don't have to pack all sorts of extra things  (i.e. lacy, pretty lingerie) that one would normally pack to impress one's travel companion.  No need to impress her at all. Nope, I can be my normal slovenly self and she'll still love me. 

And now that I think about it, I think this will be the first trip in a long time that I will be able to poop normally because my can't-poop-while-someone's-sharing-a-hotel-room-with-me OCD will be rendered completely inoperative due to the fact that well, it's my mother.  She's seen/heard/dare I say, smelled? worse out of me. I suspect we're going to have a good time. 

Yay! Portland!