I’m afraid this is what we’re going to look like Sunday, as we hit the road.

Our “pile” that will go with us in the car (including all of Riley’s necessities) is growing larger.

I am looking with longing at M’s car, which is being shipped empty, shipper requirement. If only….

This will be the very last time I pack up myself. I vow it. If I have to eat Vienna sausages every day to afford it. And you know how much I hate Vienna sausages.

Which tells you how much I hate packing.