Turns out, there was nothing either brave or stupid about bringing my husband bathing-suit shopping. He did a great job, offered honest opinions (politically and carefully worded) and after trying on approximately 4,000 suits, I came home with two that I never would have even lifted off the rack on my own, but that he chose. Right sizes and everything.
Serves me right for forgetting that I married a decent guy.
It was especially delightful because the woman in the dressing room next to mine was bathing-suit shopping with her approximately-3-year-old daughter, who was decidedly less political – or subdued – in her opinions.
OK, now for the rest of the packing. I still want to get a pedicure, having spent yesterday in the ED as a misguided substitute for pampering, and have decided not to get my hair cut before traveling. Sunscreen, yes, must buy that. I have to start a list; I was going to start buying the toiletries today but realized I wasn’t certain what I have at home. Glasses, vitamins, passport, chapstick, list of souvenirs to look for…
What does one bring back from Jamaica, anyway? T-shirts and postcards? Seashells and sand?
Guess I’ll find out next week.
One More Thing 
Bring the warm weather back with you.
By: ryanlythall on March 10, 2008
at 4:33 pm
I always try to remember Tylenol…someone needs it especially when no one has any.
By: destiny on March 10, 2008
at 4:36 pm
Tie-dyed anything and rum are both good Jamaica souvenirs.
By: Lisa on March 10, 2008
at 6:21 pm
Oooh! Liver damage from all those delicious tropical rum cocktails.
By: drsharna on March 10, 2008
at 6:26 pm
A cabana boy for markira.
By: markira on March 11, 2008
at 8:05 am
Bring rum and the afore-mention cabana boy.
By: AnaisNin on March 11, 2008
at 2:11 pm