Croatian Vacation

When I got back to Oxford yesterday, I seriously thought about setting my suitcase on fire and jettisoning it into the Thames. I just finished packing for Croatia, and the only rule is that I refused to wear any clothes - including socks and underwear - that I've worn over the past four weeks. And this includes my suitcase, which I've left under my bed in favor of what appears to be my little sister's suitcase, which I must have accidentally taken when I left after Christmas. It had a Carrie Underwood ticket stub inside it. I guess I'd have an easier time explaining that to airport security than anything other members of my family might forget in a suitcase, so I'm going to consider this a blessing.