Packing with Melinda

So, last thursday Melinda was packing to go to the Dickson sisters weekend in Pittsburgh. While she was packing she noticed she misplaced a pair of shorts. So, I being a dutiful husband start helping her look for the pair of shorts. We look in the dresser, in the closet, in Melinda's nightstand. Nothing. So, we thought well they could be under the bed. So I get a little lattern and proceed to look under the bed. It is amazing what you can find under the thing. So, I begin going through some of containers we use to organize under there and I find a pair of pants that I liked and so put them out so I can put them away and use them. Well, we never did find the shorts for Melinda, but I did come up with another pair of pants.

So, now it is Monday and I thought I would wear the pants I had found. I put them on and off I go. I am now sitting on the bus, with lots of people and I look down and see why I had stopped wearing these pants. (I thought these particular pants were thrown away, I have a couple pairs of this same style.) Right in the center of the crotch just under the zipper is a hole not a big one but an obvious hole. How embarrasing!

On to one more story this one about my Cutie batutie wife, Melinda.

So, at like 11:00 on Thursday we remember that she can not take any liquid containers bigger then three ounces in her carry on luggage. As she was not checking anything, we knew we needed to get some travel size things for her. So off we go to Wal-Mart (where we find a replacement for the shorts she misplaced in the last story.) We grab the items we needed and we head for the check out lines. As we are walking we are discussing if there is anything else she needs or can or can not take.

"Now I can't take Gargettoes right? Because I remeber they took some away from me one time I flew before." Then she stops and thinks for a minute. "No, wait it was the pocket knife they took not the Gargettoes." (Gargettoes are a savory preztel mix with the toasted bagel chips oh so dangerous, drool...)

"Yeah I know what you mean they took my doughnuts away from me too, oh, no thats right it was the loaded gun the confiscated from me not the doughnuts." I respond, as we collapse from laughter right there in Wal-Mart. (So it is clear I have never tried to take a gun on any flight.)