Lyla is napping. Julie just got out of the shower. I've been up for almost three hours doing this and that so we might get out of here today. It's pouring outside. I hope the cargo carrier is waterproof.
I would say what we've done is a model example of packing overkill. I picture us finally loaded in the car and backing out of the driveway, and the axles just snap underneath us. "It was the highchair," I'll say to Julie. "I told you we shouldn't have packed the highchair."
We'll be the people driving 55 MPH down the freeway. Maybe we'll put a sign on the back window that says "That's as fast as it goes; we're carrying the equivalent of a medium-sized elephant."
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