Feeble-Minded and Laundry-Free

As soon as I age enough to look like a feeble-minded sack of wrinkles, I plan to vacation naked. Almost three weeks have passed since we returned from Hawaii. Vacation laundry still haunts me. Thanks to Big Guy's frequent flyer status, we took as much luggage as we wanted on our trip. And we wanted lots. Everyone didn't wear every bit of clothing, but every stitch of it got dropped down the laundry chute as soon as the trip ended. I've washed it. I've dried it. Now I'm folding shirts, matching socks and ignoring anything that needs ironing. I have time to think ahead to my naked trip. I'll wear one set of clothing to get to wherever I go and wear the same set on the way back. I will pack a towel for sitting, a huge bottle of sunscreen and a pair of sunglasses. I'll bring my flip-flops, too.