Yeah, I'm THAT girl who . . . Doesn't unpack her suitcase

In a series of new types of posts, I'm going to illustrate some of my more quirky tendancies. Each post will start with, "Yeah, I'm THAT girl who . . .

Doesn't unpack her suitcase. Yup, it's true. I have been home from my trip to Washington for exactly 3 weeks. I still have yet to unpack shoes, scarves, my new photo album, some undies, and a gift. If there is anything else hiding in there, then I don't know about it. I actually never, ever unpack no matter where I go. Okay, I take that back. My mom made me unpack when I got to Washington because I was going to be there for about a month and we were going to have company come and stay for a week and so my room had to look presentable. If it wasn't for the company part, then I wouldn't have unpacked.