There is nothing like a potential renter to stir the motivation to pack. When I came home today, I changed into my black yoga (read: lazy) pants and a tank top. This (or maybe a long sleeved fitted tee shirt if it's cold enough plus slippers or warm socks) is my usual uniform if I'm at home.
Jayna decided that since we were going to pack that she needed to change to her "packing clothes" too. That consisted of black leggings, a tank top and her slippers. She was so completely stoked that we were dressed the same that she quickly said, "When daddy comes home we need him to take a picture!!"
Exhibit A:
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