I promise you this is not your bag..

Do you all hate baggage claim as much as I do? I mean really.... you stand there waiting and watching, watching and waiting. Hoping that your bag is the next through those dirty plastic curtain-y things (what is, after all, the point of those by the way?) all while secretly you are DEAD sure your bag was lost in transit. Am I the only one that panics after only 3 bags have come out that, yep, no doubt about it, my bag was the lost bag on this flight!?

And then you get excited every time you see a hot pink bag come through. Because, buying that hot pink bag was THE best idea, that was, the best idea until everyone else decided to get hot pink luggage.

Well, my friends, my vacation solution I came up with a few years ago.

I can truly say, THATS MY BAG! And rush towards it and push my way through the crowd and grab that sucker off the giant size, roller-coaster shaped grocery store conveyor belt.

I simply got out my acrylic paint (the kind that Joann fabrics sells for $1.00 a bottle) and went to town. Is it a Van Gogh? Certainly not, but does it brighten my evening at midnight when I'm grouchy because I just landed in 32degree Indiana weather after a week in paradise? Why yes, my friends, yes it does!

(Note: no, that's not an accent over the "n" in my initials, it is the metal luggage tag!)