I have a confession to make...

Every time we go on a trip, and I mean every time, I pack my own suitcase and Christi packs everything else.  The one exception is for camping trips.  I do man up and take care of the tent, sleeping bags, etc.  But every article of clothing, every carry-on toy for the kids, EVERYTHING else is packed by my sweetie.  So here I am, eyes glazed over, staring at a room full of stuff that somehow has to get to America.  I can do it right?!?  (In case you can't tell, I'm stalling.  If I focus on the computer long enough, perhaps I'll turn around and it will all have magically packed itself...)