One Good Thing

Packing. Usually it's a pain in the bum packing for a vacation. It makes me dizzy and queasy and all around uneasy, Weezy. But I've discovered if I turn it into a reality show with the clothes as the contestants, it's much more fun. Deciding what stays and what goes, the clothes - once a pile of hopefuls, now dwindling to the final champions - are on pins and needles and thread. All of them dreading to hear my words: "You are the weakest link. Goodbye." Or "The tribe has spoken." Those jeans?...