Every year Mr P and I argue over whether or not all our luggage, gifts, cookies, and assorted other sundries will fit in the car. I always tell him it will not, to please use the expensive cargo carrier he insisted on buying to go on the expensive luggage rack he had to have. Every year he disagrees and attempts to cram everything into the car. Of course it won’t fit and he ends up taking everything out, putting the cargo carrier on top of the car and repacking. This normally happens the night before we leave. Usually after midnight and it involves a lot of swearing. Today, two days before we leave he is putting the cargo carrier on the car! Without a fight! I’m starting to get the holiday spirit.