When hubs and I are going away for the weekend, our packing conversation is always the same. I tell him on Tuesday that we have to pack, he says “ok, let’s do it!” and I say “well not right NOW.” I have to be in the MOOD to pack, or else I will pack all wrong! Or so I like to insist. But then Thursday night rolls around, and I say “uuugghhh we have to pack…” and he says “…yes, i know” and then I throw all of my summer clothes in the suitcase* and he tells me to cut…