So you get to the airport (Saturday afternoon), drop your wife and daughter off at check-in, unload everything from the van (you think), except for your stuff which you'll bring with you, drive over to economy parking, grab the shuttle back to check in, check in, go thru security, get on the first leg of your trip (which left almost one hour later than scheduled), make your connection for the second leg of your trip (which was delayed so that you and a few others could board), arrive at your final destination, meet your hosts, get all your bags... except, wait, all hte bags aren't there b/c you left one of the bags in the van b/c you thought your wife was going to get it and she thought you were (do all you marrieds communicate so well?). Whose bag, you say? My wife's, of course. Who has to sing this morning and tonight (Sunday)? My wife, of course. What to do? Rely on gracious hosts to provide clothes for this morning and send her off shopping this afternoon to get an outfit.
Oh the joy... :)