So tonight instead of packing, I wrote the following song:
(It's to the tune of "Jingle Bells")
It's ten o'clock pm
The night before I fly
I have so much to do
The night before I fly
I have so much to do
It makes me want to cry
I need to find my clothes
And somehow get my gifts
To fit inside my bag
I want to throw a fit!
Oh, packing sucks, packing sucks, packing really sucks!
Why can't I find my other shoe, for help I'd pay big bucks,
Oh packing sucks, packing sucks, packing really sucks!
I wish my clothes would fold themselves, but it seems I'm out of luck!
I know, I know, super talented, right? Still beats packing.
(And just in case you wondered, I did get my bag packed, see?)