|Packing is an art not a science. Or so it would seem. An art that very few members of my family seem to have conquered....more specifically my mother. Dad does not factor into the equation since he has not packed a bag for himself in almost 44 years...the length of time my parents have been married. So much for the idea that practice makes perfect. I unfortunately despite my numerous trips have inherited my mom's inability to pack proficiently. Sad but true. I can't resist throwing things into the case at the last minute "just in case". My most memorable packing disaster involved a 3 AM flight to Azerbaijan that involved grabbing and wearing two different shoes on the way out the door. I didn't realize that I had two different shoes on until I arrived in Istanbul and had to buy a pair of shoes in the airport so I would have a matching pair. But I digress...I am about to embark on my packing for a 10 day trip in hopefully warmer climates than here. In preparation for what will be a day full of phone call questions from my mother on what should she pack, I actually googled a list of what to pack for a Caribbean Cruse. Even though I read it to her all ready I have no doubt the follow up calls will commence shortly. As annoying as that is, at least I won't have to be there for the fashion show that my dad is going to be subject to. I suppose that is his penance for not packing for himself. Everything has a price. Well here I go. Hope the bag is big enough for the incidentals. Any body know exactly how big a carry on is allowed to be these days? Bigger than a bread box I hope. Well at least we are not flying Ryan Air - they apparently have no sense of humor when it comes to size. IT DOES MATTER! Wish me luck....or at least a dead phone battery today.