AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!

This is prolly why manwhore and I never travel together other than the usual weekend mini breaks within Cebu.

Domestic God asks me: So which shoes are you taking?

Me: They're ready. Over there. One havs high, one havs flat and the killer brown strappy f-me platforms.

DG: Are you sure?

Me and annoyed: Yes. Why, are you planning to bring 10 pairs of footwear.

DG, mockingly opening his eyes wide and mockingly saying: Yeeeeeeeessssssss

Me and inside my head only: We're only staying there for 6 freakin' days, why would I need all my shoes?!?

So I just rolled my eyes.

And then:

DG: What about this brown shawl?

Me and inside my head only: You're fuckin' kidding right! You already packed my other brown shawl earlier!

So I just stared at him until he went back to going over my closet.

And a few seconds ago...

DG: So you don't want to bring along another havs high? The one with the silver strap.

Me and resigned to the way things are going: Ok, whatever. (I just want to forget about this whole packing thing (literally if spelled and/or pronounced in some other way) and just purchase what I miss. Hey, we're going to Manila, not the wilderness)

And then after a few moments, I saw him putting into the pink suitcase a bathing suit that barely cover my under parts.

WTF!!!!!! Is he planning to sell me to an international prostitution ring or something?? Hahahahahaha!!!