The story about our fun hotel will have to wait a day so I can tell you how we came back to Nebraska with no suitcase.
We were getting ready to check out of the room and I was slowly gathering things up. We stayed in a little suite-type room that had a living room in front and a bedroom in the back.
What I said to Lloyd: “I’m packing up the car.”
What I meant by that: “I’m getting these things on the table. Just these things. Just these three things in my arms, really.”
What Lloyd understood: Lauren is packing everything up.
He actually was going to do a walk-through of the place, but I am usually such an
uptight psycho amazingly responsible citizen, he didn’t. Thus, we completely missed the big red suitcase sitting on the dresser.
We drove all the way to Grand Junction – an hour away – and I even asked him when we were gassing up the rental car, “You got the suitcase, right?” He responded with a Look.
What Lauren thought the Look meant: “Of course I packed it, do you think I’m a child?”
What Lloyd meant by the Look: “Are you being funny? You packed it.”
See? Words would have been good to use there. Married people think they can read each other’s minds, but in this case – no.
We pulled up to the airport, I opened the trunk, and…… empty. There was much laughter, a little eye rolling, and some suffering of mocking.
My parents are priority mailing the important things – electronic stuff and Lloyd’s KEYS – and even though I told them they could just keep the clothes there, they are sending those along later.
Thanks, Mom & Dad, for being awesome. Thanks, Lloyd, for not getting bent out of shape. (Although, he says that I am definitely off packing duty.)