Well, I'm all packed and ready to go.
This was a really tough job, trying to decide what to bring, and what to leave behind. I had to repack my small suit case over and over again.
So, here is the final list of items I decided to bring in my regulation carry on bag (anyone knows if there is a fee for this?).
I'd really like to know what all of you have decided to pack, because maybe I'm leaving something out, that I over looked.
This is my list of items that are so far packed away:
1. Three pair of my most favorite Carol Lombard silk pajamas. (Whose says you can't look fabulous in heaven?)
2. A huge bag of Cheetos, a huge bag of York Peppermint Paddies, a dozen bags of Ramen, 3 cans of Smoked Oysters, a dozen cold fresh peaches, a jar of Peanut Butter, a box of Honey Nut Cheerios, three pounds of Dunkin Donuts coffee, a pound of hard goat cheese, and a very, very sinful treat: a jar of Lemon Curd, that I am sure will be impounded at the St. Peter's Gate.
3. My make-up and magical bullshit 'young girl juice creams,' that to date, have done me no good at all, but shit, what's a girl to do? I don't even take the trash out without my lip gloss on.
4. My favorite books: Music for Chameleons, by Truman Capote; my two volumes of Tennessee Williams: Plays; three books by Alice Hoffman, the Story Sisters, the Probable Future and Practical Magic; The Death of A President, by William Manchester; The Craft of the Screen Writer, by John Brady; and finally a copy of the Bible in case the TSA Angels in heaven 'frisk' me.
5. $5,000 dollars in cash in big bills, and all my jewelery in case I have to 'pay for my sins,' or bribe anyone so that I may stand at the alter of the Burning Bush, or the Great One, to sing his praises for eternity in the endless Choir (singing really boring shitty songs that I hate) standing next to insane people like Jack Van Impe and is wife, Roxella, who after all warned us this day was coming.
6. My dear sweet husband of 32 years, who I still adore, and my two rescue kitties, Cotten and Jasper. I could not live without them, up there or down here.
Don't forget the cash you guys, because as the great, great Father Guido Sarducci warned us: you really do have to pay for your sins once you are 'there' at the Holy Gates and in front of St. Peter.
Jack Van Impe and his insane wife Roxella:
I'd pay anything not to stand by these two insane idiots for eternity. Shit, maybe I should just clean out all my cash and take it all with me.
What's in your suitcase?
Just wondering if I'm forgetting anything ?
Thanks as always.
Ms. B.