What are we forgetting?

We finally finished with our house on Sunday, fitting all our earthly possessions into a 14 ft moving truck. I was sick (every time- it's a tradition of mine) and then threw out my neck, making me look like I was hunched over my invisible walker, like I should be shaking my fist at the birds or scowling out my window from behind a curtain. I'm on the mend now, though, thanks to our chiropractor and some pretty heavy duty muscle relaxants (ahhh). Mostly, I think I'm better because we're done moving!!!

Now we're down to three days and we have taken care of almost everything. I think. Really, we won't know until we're in the middle of France and realize we don't have that special France thing that gets you into all the museums for free and keeps you dry in the rain and locates your lost passports. I'm sure there's a thing out there like that that I've missed somehow. Our passports are safe for now, thanks to Hope. She confiscated them when we moved in with her four days ago. She also created a special file for our birth certificates and labled some ziplocks for important things. It's very good to have a well organized friend.

Now we're at the point of figuring out if we were completely out of our minds when we thought we could carry our every need for four months in five backpacks (actually, Alexa's shouldn't count, it would fit Barbie). I'm picturing John with a couple of extra back packs, one on each arm. He won't wear a fanny pack (thank the good Lord), but what about a thigh pack? A top of the foot pack? A forehead pack? That or we'll be travelling Europe without pants.

Here we come Europe!

Angie