After I crawled out of my surprisingly comfortable hotel bed I found my suitcase in the dark (Jeremy wasn't up yet so I didn't want to turn on the lights) and found my clothes for the day: jeans, white Old Navy t-shirt, socks, underwear the whole bit and I head to the bathroom.
I turned on the shower because it takes a minute to get warm and I removed Jeremy's swim trunks from the shower rod and placed them on the towel rack and as I went to place my clothes there something fell. And I immediately felt a little proud because you know, you always pack extra underwear because something like this is bound to happen, you drop them in the toilet, you get soaked in the rain and you need a change of clothes, you spill orange juice on your pants, etc. So I thought to myself, "Ha! I packed extra, I am so prepared, go me!" Well folks, it wasn't my underwear, it was my t-shirt. And while I'm smart enough to pack extra underwear I was not smart enough to pack an extra t-shirt.
And so my 5th t-shirt is hanging on the shower rod waiting to dry. Thank goodness there's a mall downtown, because Lord knows I am not wearing that t-shirt again until it's washed.
Moral of the story: Always pack an extra shirt or two too.
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