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?
Me: How many swimsuits are in there?
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).