For Better or For Worse by Lynn Johnston for October 15, 2018

ooooh… >_<

Then it might behoove you to stop nagging Elly about what she’s packing.

He couldn’t find his socks, belt or his underwear. Well no wonder everything he wore looked like it had been slept in. Probably the only pants he had that would stay up without a belt were his pajama (pyjama?) bottoms. Plus, with no socks or underwear, John could not take a chance on having his pants drop.

Hence why mommy is packing, Liz.

He really ought to learn how to pack a suitcase. I’ve been packing my own suitcase since I was ten, yet he as a grown man can’t manage that simple task? Tut, tut.

LOL! Better to leave the packing to the expert, John!

Packing is easy! Make a list of everything you need ahead of time. As you pack, cross the items off the list.

We all have our own strengths and weaknesses.

I didn’t expect that, silly me. I start making a list 1 week ahead of time. The list is on my phone so I don’t lose it.

I remember watching Mom pack my Dad’s suitcase(an occurrence that happened almost weekly)after having spent most of the week ironing his white shirts ! ! !

I … I just can’t imagine a person not being capable of packing a suitcase.

Poor old hangdog,sad-sack men,just can’t seem to fend for themselves.

Most people can pack a suitcase, they just don’t know how to fold and pack the clothing properly to achieve maximum space usage and keep the clothes relatively wrinkle free. That is an art form of itself.

My husband buys his own clothes and knows what goes with what. I’ve never packed for him. He knows the dinners and meetings he’s attending and what to wear. Despite weight restrictions on bags on airplanes, he still travels with his shirts on hangers so there’s no folding issues.

I do okay with packing a suitcase; I just don’t do it very often because I hate to go anyplace – a real homebody. One time when I packed to spend the night out of town before my nursing tests (no computer tests then), I packed everything just fine, but forgot my asthma inhaler! I had left it for last so I would know where it was. Well, when I got to the hotel, I knew where it was, all right – it was still at home! Fortunately another student had brought her inhaler, and kindly let me use it, so I didn’t have to reschedule the test in 6 months!

We drove from DC to Montreal one year to corner-work at the Grand Prix. (Those trips were always fun – a mixed group packed into a motor home for the long weekend.) It had been typically hot and humid when we left DC, but seasonably cool in Canada. One of the guys, a much older fellow, went looking through his suitcase for a sweatshirt to wear under his jacket. “Damx,” he said, “It was to hot back home. Jeannie didn’t pack me anything but shorts and halter tops.”

(Lunch time): Workman 1: Darn. Baloney and cheese again. Same thing every day: baloney and cheese; baloney and cheese. I’m tired of baloney and cheese.

Workman 2: Why don’t you ask your wife to make something else?

Workman 1: I’m a bachelor.

When I pack, I always have to pack an extra shirt I call my “spillday” shirt. I always spill or drop something on my shirt. Once, we stopped for breakfast on the way out of town, and I had to go get my spillday shirt and change in the restroom.