This weekend we are going to Cheyenne to see the kids. We haven’t been for a while and that should be fun. However, the dreaded “p” word has been used. Yes, we have to pack. I told everyone yesterday they needed to get packed. Well, Bonnie got it done in the time frame that she was supposed to have done it in. I went up to here and half jokingly said, where is my stuff. She didn’t find that funny. I thought it was OK to ask if she had done my stuff, after all, isn’t that what your spouse is for, to take care of your half of the bargain why you set back and admire the scenery. I just didn’t understand her response, which was to ask me why I hadn’t done it. Women!