All you need is lug.

My vacation officially begins today. I walked out of my building last night and I'm not going back until August 31st - it's a good life, this life of mine.

Driving home, in my gleeful state, thinking about the ice, cold Corona and barbecued burgers awaiting me, I felt like there was something missing.

As I drove closer to town, I realized what it was that would make my day perfect: a new bag.

Here's a little tidbit you might not know about me: I love lug bags almost as much as I love ice cream. I've got a few of them - each in a different size, each for a different purpose. They are practical, affordable and fun which is actually how I would define myself (well, except for the affordable part, unless it means I'm a cheap date, which I am. Or maybe a cheap date who loves run on sentences, which I definitely am. But I digress.)

Back to last night. I've been coveting a new lug bag for quite awhile and I realized that it would be just perfect to take on our holiday later this week. I hadn't bought it yet because there always seemed to be someone else that I should be spending my money on. But I decided on my drive home that I would stop at my favourite shop in town, knowing that the bag may or may not be there, and take my chances. Now I just needed to choose the colour - black (practical for all season use) or orange (just plain fun).

I arrived. I parked. I entered. With purpose I walked over to the shelf and found my bag hanging there waiting for me. The clerk then told me that those bags had just arrived and she had just hung my bag on on the shelf less than an hour ago. Serendipitous, or what?

Vacation + new lug bag = a perfect day.