As Tammy is packing for our upcoming trip to Myrtle Beach, which of course means I’ll be posting Travel Logs of our journey, she held up a suitcase and made an announcement.
Tammy: This suitcase has all of my swimsuits.
Me: That’s all that’s in there?
Tammy: Yeah.
Me: How many swimsuits are in there?
The next few seconds consisted of her counting.
Tammy: One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve.
Me: You’re bringing 12 swimsuits?
Tammy: I know. I don’t know why I even packed this one (holding one up) because I it doesn’t fit, but I keep trying to squeeze my ass into it.
Me: We’re gonna be there for five days.
Tammy: Fine, I’ll take this one out then.
I did the math and she’ll have to wear 2.2 swimsuits each day for five days in order to wear all of them.
I’m bringing a total of 2 swimsuits.
Me: That’s all you are packing in that one bag?
Tammy: Yeah. Why?
Me: Because we’re not gonna have enough bags.
Tammy: Fine. I’ll pack my flip-flops with the swimsuits because that makes sense that they go together.
Don’t even get me started on how many pairs of flip-flops she’s got. I believe the total is about half of her last panty count (here).
The Life of J-Wo 
I like her. She’s making sure she never has to put on a damp swimming suit the entire week. Smart woman!
Ha! You’re assuming she’s gonna go inside and change every afternoon. If past experience is any indication then that’s not gonna happen. 😉
Wicked Weasels would dry faster. Just an FYI.
That’s prolly true, but I’m pretty sure that the combined price of her 12 bathing suits would pay for ONE Wicked Weasel. Maybe…
Dear Lord, I wish you could see my face while reading this.
Putting the flip-flops in with the swimsuits is a good call. But, where is she going to pack her panties?
Let me put something in perspective for you. When we go away for the weekend, my daughter and I share one suitcase. It is a small- to medium-sized suitcase. I’m thinking I need to go shopping.