So Katie and I are off to go hang in Vegas at the Vegas Market this weekend and I am so excited but so nervous because I am leaving baby G for two whole nights...longest stretch so far.
I am sure after my first black jack table cocktail and a long awaited reunion with Mrs. Meares I will forget all about my silly anxiety....
Its a quick trip so I need a small bag, which is gonna suck cause I am a blowhard when it comes to packing.
I tend to pack things in my suitcase I haven't worn in 6 years or things that are totally climate inappropriate.
am I alone?
I am such a frantic idiot that I created myself a template....