We are flying to KL tomorrow. This afternoon, I take out my now duct-taped red suitcase to pack while Connor is napping. And guess what?
Yep. I can't open it because the combination doesn't work. Neither do the keys. The tiny ones on a red keyring marked "Room No. 7". So I call Dear Hubby and he assures me he can unlock it.
It is 830pm. He is upstairs with his entire toolbox to try and unlock my case.
Maybe I should just go buy a new case...
It's either that or marry a new guy.
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