Pack, man

So, I'm finally getting down to the business of packing up all my worldly goods. On Mango Mom's suggestion I'm trying to pack one of my brand spankin' new suitcases with clothes, and the other with stuff.

The other night I started rolling up some of my clothes, just to see if I could use the smaller of my brand spankin' new suitcases and the designated clothes carrier. Anyone wanna guess the outcome? Anyone? Anyone? Bueller? Bueller?



I may have mistakenly packed my lips in this bulging, crudely drawn suitcase. Fortunately, I still have my trusty gimpy leg.

~ don't tell g.mango's sisters that they are inheriting everything that doesn't fit in this thing.