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This Saturday morning, Sheryl and a friend, Nancy, are flying down to Florida to spend a week at our condo on the east coast.

Being in Florida during the steamy summer months is not my idea of a good time; you have no need for a watch at this time of year. Each day around 4.00pm, the heavens open and it pours for at least 15 minutes. We're talking monsoon-type rain, not the wishy-washy pitter-patter-type. This is the pull-off-to-the-side-of-the-road-if-driving rain. Then, the temperature increases by another 10 degrees until the sun reluctantly decides to set on another day of someone's idea of paradise. Don’t get me wrong. Florida I do quite like. There is, however, a time for it and July and August would not be those times to me.

Anyway, those of you that know of TLATO and her pre-vacation/trip habits will be more than surprised to hear that our bedroom has NOT been a staging area for pre-packing these past two weeks. Nay, a suitcase has yet to make it up the basement stairs. You see, Sheryl has been very busy of late and then last Friday came down with the Mother of all colds. Picture a disheveled, red nosed sniffling women shuffling through the house in flannel jammies and a thick chenille bathrobe (the day time temperature in the old homestead is hovering in the mid-80's) with a backpack of Kleenex hanging off one shoulder, a supermarket baggie tied to said robe's belt to collect used Kimberly Clark product.. A sorry sight, indeed. Monday, she was feeling slightly better - actually wearing girl-type seasonal clothes. Something however happened. Not quite sure how, but her left leg went one way, the ankle the other and before you know it, we had to deal with a severely sprained and swollen ankle.

So here we are a few days before I score major brownie points to drive them both to the airport early Saturday morning and nothing, I repeat nothing, has been looked out, never mind packed.

I'm beginning to worry.

"Don't", she says in that reassuring voice husbands have heard a million times, "I'm actually quite organized!"

Now I'm really beginning to worry and for those that know me, this is not normal behavior.

"I've already taken lots of my clothes and things down there these past few trips," she states. "And, of course, if I forget to pack anything, I can always buy it while I'm there!”

Now I'm moments away from an anxiety attack. Is that the plan? ‘Inadvertently’ under pack to purchase more?

"Don't be silly," she laughs. "I'm just joking!"

Can someone please show me the amusing side to this? Anyone that is married or has been in a long-term relationship will know exactly what I'm thinking. Anyone male that is.

Another woman? Not so much.