Woody & My IBF

My rolling dresser concept is working very well. I put in a new shirt, clean underwear and socks in the ice bag. Then I add the cables and power strip. And the Macbook, the iPad, the Garmin, the video cam and the cursed XM boombox. I also have my purse and the little train case that keeps all my toiletries ready to go. My grandmother had one just like this. I had to ask a pile of ebayers if theirs smelled. Old suitcases smell like old attics. I couldn't have that.

The whole deal weighs A TON. I need to get a duffel bag with a shoulder strap on it. When I get home, it can live with all the other duffel bags with shoulder straps I purchased on various excursions.

I'm very big on hygiene. I am one of those ladies who carries Purell, dispenses paper towels with her forearm, and presses the door open with the other side of her arm, hands up in front like a surgeon going into the operating room. After musing it over for a few days, I decided I couldn't live without my water pik. So I drag it along, too. And the special mouthwash that goes with it. And a tongue scraper.

Check this out. My beloved Holiday Inn  Express has this by my bed: a Clean Remote. It's aqua and kind of swirly like a Venus razor.