One great thing about this more free-form format is I can cover a lot in one go. A downside is that I feel like there are still gaps to fill–hence the blog posts to go with. The grill was a […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
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I’d like to point out a few things, lest you get the wrong impression, here: I was not driving, Mom was. She was the one who supposedly paid attention to the alternate route and it was her decision to try […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
He was trying to be helpful–figuring that the La Quinta could just transfer our reservation but, yeah, the fact that we’d already checked in and left our overnight bags (and my laptop!) at the other one didn’t help. He seemed […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
And Mom’s usually the one with the spot-on sense of direction! I guess we got to talking after we left the dinner (which was very nice and totally sans alcohol, so aside from being slightly sleepy there was no impairment […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
And they let her! Apparently no one can really say ‘no’ to Mom. Of course, they also told her to feel free to come back after it was finished. I tried to tell them not to do that, that she’s […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Didn’t I say something about a morbid sense of humor last week? I believe I did. I come by my crazy honest. And a reminder: this is the last week to make a donation to the Making Strides Against Breast […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
I’m generally a pretty good navigator (even if I do have to turn the map to keep it in the direction we’re heading) but when the map is just plain wrong, well… I give up! The maps have gotten steadily […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Just in case anyone ever wonders where my morbid humor and paranoia come from…
Despite being in Mu Aplha Theta in high school, I was never really good at math under pressure.
Okay, so we’re not in the car for this one, but it’s part of the same road trip. I didn’t figure I really needed to be in this particular strip as I was sitting across from them with an expression […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…