Packing For Vacation Is A Hair Raising Experience...

I can't find my flip-flops. I've looked everywhere, too. In the garage. In my closet. Even in Howie's crate. Nothing. Nada. Zilch.

I have one more place to look: under the couch. I tend to hide all my valuables there since I'm the only one small enough to crawl underneath it. Wish me luck, because if my flippers aren't there...

I'll have to wear sneakers all week!