Sometimes SMH

This old gal…

Had a couple of musings…at the cabin on Comanche Creek…in the bathroom…while unpacking for our two night stay…

Became obsessed….noticed a thing…plugged into the outlet…and it made me curious…and wary…maybe a deodorizer….sniffed it…maybe a nightlight….no lightbulb…too many horror movies….searched it for a teeny tiny camera…

Tried Google Search…but had no internet…became desperate…and sent photos to these daughters of mine…who googled it for me…rodent repeller…which apparently works…because we had no pests…

And then….there’s this brush and mirror…for 76 days these tiny versions…of the ones at home…were this old gal's hair fixing guys…which was a nuisance…sure…normal sized ones could have been bought at Target…but pride won out…

Such irony…trying to save packing space…by bringing these mini items…when already…there were two full suitcases of clothes…and the car was packed…to the gills… with stuff…

What made traveller me think…this sacrifice…was going to have any impact…

Sometimes…just sometimes….it's like…eye roll and SMH….at this old gal….because….hmmm…well….
there are just….no words….
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And this husband of mine…agrees…