‘Where’s the black suitcase Linda?’ yells Hub from second floor bedroom. I hear the door shut and 10 minutes later I hear it open again... ‘Where’s my travel kit?’
This is becoming a hourly thing this week...like where’s the whateverrrr or, have you seen the thingy-ma-bob?
You see Hub’s getting ready to leave on a scuba dive trip. You’d think diving would be a daily thing as we live in Mexico, right? Wrong! We live on the Pacific side and for some reason Hub likes to be able to see and swim in warm water...go figure! So he's getting ready to go to Cozumel.
I hear the upstairs door open again... ‘You do realize I only have one swim suit that fits, right?’
“And that concerns because????”
Standing at the top of the stairs he demonstrates while holding an arm full of clothes...‘Well, this one’s too big...this one’s too small...and this one’s...’
“oh oh ohhhh let me guess...that one’s juuuuust right, Goldilocks!”
Coming down the stairs I hear...‘Don’t be a smart ass woman! I've got one day left before we leave.’
“When you say WE, you do mean as in you and the cab driver right?”
‘But if he’s not here, you get to drive me out to the airport,’ he says with great excitement.
So it's shove off day! 2 in the morning. I hear Hub doing his last minute check for an hour and then dragging everything out to the garage.
I get up, go out and see him standing in the middle of the street.
He decides to message the driver. No answer. He tries again. No answer..and then, in the dead of the night I hear it...
‘Linda!!!! Roadtrip!’ .