I love traveling, but I hate packing...like literally, hate it and I'm horrible at it.  I always pack more than I should and always test the fifty pound weight limit on checked bags.  It's pretty much guaranteed that when we go somewhere and I am checking a bag, I always teeter on about fifty-two pounds or so, just over the limit (I think I just have heavy luggage).  Inevitably I end up having to put my hair dryer or toiletries in Canean's bag which he absolutely can't stand.  I still haven't figured out what the big deal is.  I just have a few packing issues.

If by chance I happen to come under the fifty pound mark, his face lights up like Christmas.  It's the little things in life in moments like these.  I guess I should really try harder because when my suitcase weighs under fifty,  it really starts our trip off with a bang.  And seeing him that excited about my luggage being under weight is pretty cute too.  You would think it would be some serious motivation to pack smarter...you would think.