Are we still worrying about females blogging? Sheesh. Teresa knocks this one out of the park. Oh, and those Dennis Hopper commercials rankle my husband to no end.

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Folks, something I feel passionate about has come up, and a major fisking is in order. And someone named Monica needs a pimp slap.

In the swampy soup of hopefuls for the 2008 presidential election, there is a man with a funny name. (No, not that one.)

We're thinking of the one named Fred (Thompson).

Say it out loud. Do it. Fred. Fred. In the South, Fray-ud.

Fur-red-duh.

It has the tonal quality of something being dropped on the floor, something heavy and damp-ish.

Waterlogged paper towel.

Fred.

Ahem. Some of you may remember that I have a megacrush on every man on the planet named Fred. Yes, including this one. And the idea that we could have a Fred for president has indeed happily crossed my mind. So this Monica hooch better realize that she's walkin' on the flightin' side of me with this crappy-ass article.

London's Sunday Times last month interviewed a bevy of his ex-girlfriends, all of whom have drunk the Fred-Aid: "He's majestic," said country singer/Fredophile Lorrie Morgan. "Women love a soft place to lay and a strong pair of hands to hold us."

Fred?

Why? Is there something about the craggy actor we're not getting? Maybe he's ugly-sexy, like Mick Jagger?

Or maybe the name Fred is etymologically close to obviously sexy names like Dirk, Clint, James?

Grant Smith is an onomastician at Eastern Washington University in Cheney, who studies the branch of linguistics dedicated to proper names. He specializes in dissecting the monikers of political candidates and says he has a 65 percent success rate of predicting elections, based solely on name analysis. Not entirely convincing, but those odds would play in Vegas. "The name Fred is basic and homey," says Smith. "It should give people a reassuring image."

But is it, Dr. Smith, a sexy name?

Silence.

"I would not say that. The name Fred does not suggest blatant sexuality at all."

Speak for yourself, dude.

At the Fredquarters of the Fred Society in Palm Springs, Calif., "Head Fred" Fred Daniel has been defending his good name against charges of boringness and dolt-itude for 23 years. Daniel, 52, founded the society in 1984 by combing the Los Angeles phone book for Freds and sending out a 500-person mailing. There are 5,000 Freds in the organization now, but Daniel must fight for every member. "Unfortunately, Fred has fast fallen out of favor," he laments. From 1885 to 1896, it was the 15th-most-popular boy's baby name. But the last time Fred appeared in the top 1,000 was 2002.

Be still, my heart, there's a Fredquarters.

Fred.

We are trying to understand.

We are willing to admit that that some people find Fred Thompson, yes, sexy.

But we still cannot understand what that means.

What does it signify that we, as a country, are choosing to deem yummy a guy named Fred?

It signifies that you are a huge bitch for writing a 1000-word article making fun of a man for his name. His delicious, perfect name.

Seriously, this is journalism? This sounds like something my brother's basketball team would've come up with to rip on someone while playing X-box. How on earth did this ever get published? Maybe Monica's next article can be about how Giuliani will never be taken seriously because he has the same name as the little football player who could. Or how Mitt is something you use to take cakes out of the oven.

Good lord, journalists are lame. Lamer than any Fred I've ever met.

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Normally, I blog the minute my temper flares. I don't draft, I don't proofread, I just bang out my emotional diatribe and shove it onto the internet. Sometimes I later wish I'd said something differently, or taken a different angle, or avoided blogging on the topic altogether. But I hardly ever learn and continue to blog without mulling things over. I'm glad that being on vacation prevented me from doing that this week.

On Wednesday, I found out that a very good friend from high school, one I hadn't seen or heard from in ten years, was right under my nose. I walked into his office thinking I'd knock his pants off and was a tad puzzled that he didn't seem to be as surprised to see me as he should have been. The first words out of his mouth: "Hey, Sarah! Good to see you! I read your blog, and I'm one of those dirty liberals you hate." Gulp.

We had a pleasant talk about other stuff for a short while, but on the drive home I was fighting back tears. I figured I may as well have shown up to his office naked. Because of this stupid blog, he already knew everything there was to know about me and had pigeonholed me into nutjobland before I even opened my mouth. And what is with this telephone-tag group of my high school friends reading my blog? Here's a tip for incognito bloggers: when someone from your high school gets murdered, don't blog about it. People googling the story will find you. I hadn't talked to this friend in ten years, but he heard from Billy Bob who heard from Betsy Sue that Sarah has a blog. He's been reading it for lord knows how long but has never commented, emailed or left any hint of his presence.

I tried to imagine if other bloggers ever get that naked feeling when they meet someone new. Surely Glenn Reynolds is surrounded by liberal profs who know more about his blog than they do about him as a person. But my husband unhelpfully pointed out that Reynolds is a lawyer and far better equipped than I to handle shock and exposure.

So anyway, on Wednesday I was done as a blogger. I was ready to shut down this site so I could avoid the horrible feeling of being outed, which seems to happen more and more frequently these days. I don't even know if I have any strangers left reading my blog; it's all my uncle, my parents' next door neighbor, my entire high school physics class, and my neighborhood from Germany. And if I hadn't been on vacation and having to go home and prepare for my husband's birthday party, I would've headed straight to the computer and announced that I was shutting down this infernal blog.

Luckily, I actually had to calm myself down and think as I cooked the creamed corn. I reminded myself of all the wonderful things that have come from blogging. That my blog friends were calling and emailing me during my vacation. That people online took up the slack when my husband was deployed, and people like Toni sent me postcards of encouragement while people from my real life were ignoring me. That I wouldn't be heading to Hawaii next month for a blogger's wedding. Would I fly to Hawaii to see anyone else in my life? Doubtful...

And as I went through all the things blogging has brought into my life, I began to feel much better. I decided it doesn't really matter deep down if people from my high school are reading this thing, because I only talk to them once a decade. I talk to my blog buddies every day. Last week, CaliValleyGirl asked, "At what point does someone from one's blogging life, become someone from one's Real Life?" I think I'm making that shift, or at least realizing that my blogging life matters to me a whole lot more than my real life does. I don't even have any friends in my real life anymore.

And as I stirred that creamed corn, I also realized that I was right to start this blog. I had less like-minded friends around me than I even thought. Four years ago, I wrote:

I care about my friends and I don't want to lose all of them. But I wish I had friends that I could talk to about how I feel about the world. I have my husband and my mother, and that is basically it...and my mother lives an ocean away and my husband will be gone for a year. We're new to our post here in Germany so I don't have any strong relationships yet, and despite my efforts, I don't hear from my old friends that often. When my grandmother died, I called my mom's best friend to talk about it, and I realized how pathetic I am that I don't have anyone I can count on anymore. And the few relationships I've been trying to hang on to really disappointed me this past week.

I'm at a crossroads in my life where I am realizing that people don't stay friends forever (remember, I'm only 26) and that it's OK to grow apart and move on. I'd like to maintain a casual friendship with some of these people, but I'd really like to find someone who understands me and shares some common ground. I'm at a point where I more look forward to an email from Tim or Marc than from any friends back home, and that bothers me. It makes me feel lonely, but not lonely enough that I think I should keep pretending to be something I'm not so that someone will stay my friend.

I started this blog because I thought that all my friends were too liberal for me and I wanted an outlet for my true beliefs. It bothered me when all those friends found this blog and learned the shocking truth about Sarah. And in reading this old blog post, I see I haven't come as far in the past four years as I wish I had. I still worry that people won't like the real me, when in fact I should just focus on the fact that I have made friends like Tim and Marc who do like me for who I am today, not for who I was in physics lab a decade ago.

And again, if I had banged this out in typical blogging fashion, I wouldn't have been able to include a postscript: I got an email from this friend I chatted with in my hometown, an email in which he mused that it must be really hard to have a blog where everyone assumes they know everything about you, and that there's nothing I could write that would stop the two of us from being friends. And he signed it from "your pinko commie friend." And in the end, I feel better that he knows the real me than if I'd gone into his shop and chitchatted about inanities for half an hour.

For those of you who missed me while I was on vacation, be thankful you didn't hear from me on Wednesday; I would've quit. It's amazing what a few deep breaths can do.

And for those of you from my physics class, this is the real Sarah. I hope you like it, or at least tolerate it. And that it doesn't detract at all from your memories of the girl who nearly set both her partners on fire during the experiment on angular momentum.

UPDATE:

I'm afraid after rereading my post -- dang, and I drafted this one too! -- maybe my friend came off sounding mean or rude, which was not the case. He has been nothing but nice over the past week; this post was about my reaction to feeling exposed, not anything he did or said that bothered me. Please don't think I was mad at him. But if there are others out there from ol' RHS, I'd love to hear from you before I walk into your place of business and feel like a jackass.

Oh, and this is the friend who handed me The Fountainhead. I have him to thank for that, no matter how dirty and pinko he is. And the physics experiment: that falling pendulum making sparks on the paper around the pulley fell a little too fast and made a nice fire instead of a little hole in the paper. And Sarah stood there stuttering while her friend got singed fingers and the teacher barked at her to stop being a moron and put the fire out.

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1 VERY glad you didn't "hit and run". You would be missed, dear lady! It's funny, because I've been looking at "real life" vs "Blogging life" and realize they have now become one. My closest friends are bloggers. The causes I support, I found via blogging. My main communication on a daily basis....blogging. It doesn't make sense to everyone, but then again, it doesn't have to. If it works for us, then that's all that matters.....

Posted by: Tammi at August 13, 2007 03:39 AM (F/bmV)

2 I admire people who have the courage to say something (of actual substance) on a blog. I enjoy writing but hold back for all of reasons you've laid out in this post. I was never ultra opinionated in high school or college, or I should say that I was never passionate about the issues back then, and I'm always afraid of stepping on someone's toes. It's so easy to be misunderstood in writing--to have your words be misconstrued--and that frightens me.

Posted by: Nicole at August 13, 2007 04:13 AM (S/s4V)

3 I'm certainly glad you didn't quit. Was the guy actually pissed, or was he just making sure you knew where he stood, politically-speaking? The 'good to see you' part sounds like he couldn't have been too furious. I've been reading your blog for a while, and can't remember you ever using a phrase like "dirty liberals." Indeed, you don't use much invective by blogosphere or MSM standards, let alone by talk-radio standards.

Posted by: david foster at August 13, 2007 04:29 AM (gguM0)

4 Well I am sure glad you didn't quit. In fact after we met last week, I went home and confessed my blog to a friend whose response was that's cool to talk about your feelings. That surprised me a bit. It felt like having someone go through my underwear drawer; I felt like I had completely exposed myself. But now I don't have to worry about that person finding me out.

Posted by: Butterfly Wife at August 13, 2007 05:13 AM (+2qii)

5 I'm glad you didn't quit too! Though I know what you mean, I have more friends from blogging that I do in real time. Though many many have crossed over. I found that what happened is that my values changed over time, my blogging friends reflect that change. But I agree that I would feel awful if my blog got outed to some of the people I grew up with and have been friends with for years. I'm not liberal anymore, but I used to be. We change as we age, who your friends are now are a reflection of who you are right now, in this moment. Keep writing, there are plenty of us who would miss you.

Posted by: mare at August 13, 2007 06:12 AM (i4Nd4)

6 I'm glad you waited a bit. Anger often leads us to act immediately - which is not always the best way to do things (I know - I've done it *grin*). A few days can lend perspective - as you've found. The thing about "blog friends" is that we have a good idea of the personality of those whose blog we read. Generally if you like a person's blog - if it resonates - you will like the person behind the writing. In conventional meetings - things are much less straightforward. Often it takes ages to figure out if you like someone. BTW - your "friend" from high school was very rude. Sorry - but he was. The whole - "I'll shock her that I know about her blog"... it smacks of high school oneupsmanship - especially in the manner he presented it. You would think people would outgrow that crap - but they never seem to (at least when dealing with people they knew back in high school). Sorry you had to get smacked in the face with it. In any case - enjoy your friends, ignore the boorish, and continue to blog. We'd miss you if you were gone!

Posted by: Teresa at August 13, 2007 06:40 AM (gsbs5)

7 I agree with what everyone has said. I am also glad yu did not quit blogging. I don't write to much about my beliefs. I just enjoy reading what everyone else has to say and yall do it way better than I ever could. I am just beginning to make friends in the blogging world but some feel alot closer than the real life friends I have. Thanks for letting us see the real you.

Posted by: Reasa at August 13, 2007 06:42 AM (JfF5d)

8 Hello - long time reader, first time poster. I think its safe to assume that I am the friend that Sarah is posting about. Just to clairfy, my intent certainly was not to shock or one-up Sarah at all. I'd like to think that we were very good friends in high school, and I understand from reading this blog that Sarah has some apprehension about crossing the line between blog life and reality. I could have not mentioned the blog, and that would have been rude. Frankly, I consider myself liberal, and I treasure this blog for the ability that it has given me to stay somehow in touch with a dear old friend. To not mention the blog would have felt wrong to me. Also, I wanted to let Sarah know that, while we may not share the same opinions on "issues" and other whatnot, we're still tight where it counts. While it may seem "boorish" to some of you, my intent was only to break the ice and try to alleviate any fear that Sarah may have had about my feelings about her. She's a dear friend now, as she ever was. So, blog on. And rest assured, that I would have missed this blog too, filthy liberal bashing and all. Thanks Todd

Posted by: Sarah's pinko commie friend at August 13, 2007 07:00 AM (E3cB2)

9 I'm also glad to hear that you're going to continue on. What that classmate did could have been taken in two ways. I've known some people who have read my blog but never mentioned it to me. When I eventually found out, I felt like they had been playing a joke on me. So I guess I prefer it when people let me know whether they know about my blog up front. Perhaps he meant to be upfront but was just very clumsy about it. I don't know...but I'm glad you're staying. Have a great time in Honolulu! I hope you find the time to hike Diamondhead Crater and visit Pearl Harbor. Since you're military, take a look at the Pearl Harbor BX/Commissary complex (just rebuilt and very impressive). You can also drive on to Ford Island and on to Hickam AFB. Both still have buildings showing damage from the Dec 7 attack.

Posted by: R1 at August 13, 2007 07:15 AM (9JS9f)

10 Both friends and enemies would probably like to know more about that angular momentum experiment. Was anyone taking pictures?

Posted by: david foster at August 13, 2007 07:20 AM (gguM0)

11 Uh, I guess I don't grok. In a rage? Fighting back tears? Feeling naked? This is a public blog, right? I mean, you know people read what you write, otherwise you'd have it password protected, or write in a diary and pass it around only for really best friends to see and appreciate. Are you sure you're not pregnant? You sound pretty hormonal to me! And I so grok on your friend. I outed you the first time, didn't I? Because I didn't know the public internet blog was supposed to be a secret! So - you have two 'insensitive' friends who actually said out loud they read your blog, one liberal, one conservative.

Posted by: Oda Mae at August 13, 2007 08:33 AM (k23td)

12 When blogging and real life change places... But when you are really into blogging, it IS your real life. No one thinks twice when the majority of their friends come from church or work. The blogs are how we discover our friend group in the same way. I didn't even tell my family about my original blog - as the lone non-flaming liberal I would be eviscerated routinely at Thanksgiving if they read my stuff.

Posted by: airforcewife at August 13, 2007 08:47 AM (emgKQ)

13 Glad you didn't call it quits... I'm one of those strangers, or at least, you haven't met me yet

Posted by: Green at August 13, 2007 11:11 AM (VqW06)

14 Okay Todd - perhaps then... let's say, it could have been phrased better. Or you could've dropped an email when you found her blog. Something like that. You know the manner in which you say things is definitely something that must be considered. How about looking at it in these terms: You were both at school together: Say Sarah was doing track and field. Everyday she goes out to the track and runs... everyday you stand in the building where she can't see you and watch her out the window. Then on the day of a race, you walk up to her and tell her - I've been watching you run, can't wait to see the race. Now, the track is definitely public and there's nothing that says you can't watch. But then she starts to feel like - well, what have you been seeing and why didn't you say something? That kind of thing. Do you see the difference? If you'd been sitting in the stands and she knew you were watching - it's a different matter. As for me - I figure if someone I know wants to read my stuff and not tell me - well no problem. Other people find it disturbing. I just think it's good manners to let someone know you're there... but that's just me and I'm kinda old.

Posted by: Teresa at August 13, 2007 03:28 PM (gsbs5)

15 I think all have the caught naked feeling at least once while blogging... I have at least 3 times. I am guessing there will be at least 3 or 4 more...

Posted by: armywifetoddlermom at August 13, 2007 05:05 PM (W7QkX)

16 Sarah, This post is why we like you. I haven't met you and you are the age of my older grandchildren but I get it. You tell us in your writings who you are, how you feel and I guess that I,like your other regular readers, feel a friendship. I could pass you on the street and we wouldn't recognize each other, but if I read your writing I would recognize you, the internal you. And I really respect your friend Todd for his comments. He did good!

Posted by: Ruth H at August 13, 2007 05:54 PM (LFV0a)

17 My apologies to you and Todd for misunderstanding. Just like me to stick my foot in it. Figures.

Posted by: Teresa at August 13, 2007 06:24 PM (gsbs5)

18 I'm also glad you didn't quit. To avoid this problem, I talk about the news only and disclose very little information about my life on my blog. But when you compare yourself to the thousands of women who daily publish inimate details of their sex lives on their blogs, I think you are pretty restrained in comparison. In any case, I wouldn't sweat it too much. It's unlikely someone finding your blog for the first time is going to have the time or patience to read it all and comb all your personal information from it.

Posted by: John Rohan at August 13, 2007 11:26 PM (BfPzY)

19 I haven't been able to get to your website in 2 days...I am such a slacker, but now I get to soak up in all the grokky goodness...yaaaayy! Anyhoo...I can emphathize, because it's not fair when you think: hey haven't seen you in 10 years...what's up, and someone says: yeah, I have been reading your online diary, so I know what's going on...nothing wrong on their part, it's just that you suddenly aren't on a level playing field...on another note: Todd's quote makes me laugh, because pinko commie is what I used to call myself when I first met my fiance, because he was soooo much more conservative than me...and still is...but heck, we are getting married...and you are coming to Hawaii to come witness it. So, can't be all that bad.

Posted by: CaliValleyGirl at August 14, 2007 10:11 PM (63ayv)

20 You're right, even I stopped reading your blog. But I rediscovered it now and there's a full report at warcheerleaders. Sad.

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The people of Seattle are on the edge of their seats:

Construction delays will force journalism history buffs to wait a few more months to visit the Newseum, a museum dedicated to news reporting and the First Amendment being built near the Capitol.

Lenin's Tomb quips, "I hope it includes a special clinic for journalists whose arms dislocate from the spontaneous back-patting."

A museum dedicated to the First Amendment. Incidentally, we caught some crap on the news last week in the motel, where a talking head made a remark about "Second Amendment literalists." Nice. I'd love to hear someone sneer about First Amendment literalists and see how that goes over.

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1 I love the First Amendment Literalist analysis Sarah. You can apply the same argument to any of the other amendments. How about the 4th or the 13th? Good job. I will be borrowing this in the near future.

Posted by: Badger 6 at August 09, 2007 06:20 AM (rlynI)

2 As far as “a museum dedicated to news reporting” they couldn’t be more accurate. Museums are places where one can visit to see things that are old and/or no longer exist. Well, I would say news reporting, that being actually reporting the news – facts, another words, not injecting opinion or uncorroborated, agenda driven falsehoods is indeed extinct. So, I say good for them for acknowledging that. Also, building a ‘museum dedicated to … the First Amendment being built near the Capitol” is unnecessary. The Capital, and the rest of the DC for that matter, already represents, very nicely I might add, our First Amendment right along with the rest of our rights and freedoms. So that’s just redundant in my book.

Posted by: tim at August 09, 2007 08:07 AM (nno0f)

3 Badger 6 -- You literally took the words out of my mouth. I had added the line "Or the Fourth or Thirteenth" to the end of it and then erased it because I figured I'd already made the point. Those were the exact two others I thought of as well.

Posted by: Sarah at August 09, 2007 08:18 AM (5mt/4)

4 I work in Rosslyn, Virginia, right across the Potomac from DC, and right next door to the original location of the Newseum. One of their best displays was about seven sections of the Berlin wall, complete with East German guard tower and huge background mural of the fireworks on the night the wall came down. The new Newseum took three or four sections to the new location, but I believe the ones remaining will be reinstalled at the original place. If you're into that sort of thing, check out Freedom Park in Rosslyn (very near the Iwo Jima Memorial). Statues and memorials to all things free, including a beautiful tribute to journalists who lost their lives covering the news.

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It's been more than three years since I made that eight-hour day trip to meet my first blogger in person. And now I think I'm addicted to meeting bloggers. I get as excited (if not more) about meeting them as I do seeing people from my Real Life.

Thus it happens that, on one of our many car trips circling the Midwest this month, we ate breakfast with Butterfly Wife. And Butterfly Wife is one of the few bloggers who's yet to meet my husband, so there's a milestone. She was gracious enough to meet us at the crack of dawn for a coffee before we headed out of town. I'm so glad she squeezed us into her schedule.

So who's next?

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1 It was a pleasure of meeting both of you and your husband.

Posted by: Butterfly Wife at August 08, 2007 06:59 AM (+2qii)

2 *Sigh* Meeting someone from one's blogging life is like a blind date, butterflies in your stomach, hoping they are just as cool in real life as on their blog, etc, perhaps a little awkward the first few minutes, but then after a while it's as if you had known eachother forever. I can remember my "first date" with you...and it was a double date, 'cos I got to meet Mrs. Rubberboots too! Question: At what point does someone from one's blogging life, become someone from one's Real Life? Or do blogging life people always hold a special place?

Posted by: CaliValleyGirl at August 08, 2007 07:27 AM (deur4)

3 Let me know if you are ever in my neck of the woods. I'm always thrilled for any company that does not want to read "The Monster at the End of this Book" over and over again.

Posted by: Non-Essential Equipment at August 08, 2007 11:43 AM (Fsolv)

4 I couldn't sleep for nearly a week before SpouseBuzz 1 - I know totally what you mean! And then before SB2, I couldn't sleep again, but it was because I was so darn excited about getting to see everyone again. It was like rolling into my hometown, but without the baggage.

Posted by: airforcewife at August 08, 2007 03:26 PM (emgKQ)

5 If you head back into Texas let me know.

Posted by: Reasa at August 08, 2007 06:11 PM (JfF5d)

6 Wait...isn't the end purpose of this trip to see a Cardinals' game in St. Louis? Well, if so, and if you have a spare moment or two when in town, let me know.

Posted by: marc at August 08, 2007 06:53 PM (/XT7W)

7 I met my favorite military spouses (and a military-spouse-to-be) because of blogging. Funny how that works out And CVG, they closed that restaurant where we had our "double date." Can you believe it?

Posted by: The Girl at August 09, 2007 05:29 AM (6zvrq)

8 Me! Me! Pick me! ...How far are you?

Posted by: Green at August 09, 2007 10:34 AM (VqW06)

9 Well if you're anywhere near Rockford Illinois I'm available. :-) I know we met already, but I'll buy ya coffee!!!!

Posted by: Tammi at August 10, 2007 05:19 AM (PesK3)

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I'm back! Well, sort of. We're still on vacation, but at least now we have computer access. And you don't know how wonderful it feels to hear my internet friends miss me. ArmyWifeToddlerMom called me on my second day gone and asked, "Is your vacation over yet?" It's good to be loved.

We're having fun, but if I never get in the car again I will be thrilled. We'll need another oil change the minute we get home. 9 hours the first day, 9 hours the second, 8 hours yesterday, 4 today, 4 tomorrow, and then another 15 on the way back home at the end of the week.

And it's not quite barfing all the way to Georgia, but we've had a heck of a time in all these car rides too. The first morning we had to go to three separate gas stations before we could find a working air pump for our tires. Then we decided to take the long-cut around Winston-Salem. We were nearly divorced or a double homicide by 9 AM. The second day, as we were chugging along making great time at 5 AM, we hit a crow. Seriously. All I could think about was Lomborg's stat that 250,000 birds die hitting windows every day. Well, we popped one in Louisville. Took out our driver's side mirror. Personally, I wanted my husband to back up and run over that crow a couple more times just to make sure it understood how ticked I was. Not easy to drive without that mirror. Also not cheap to get it fixed.

So then yesterday we start out with no problems. At the first rest stop, we get Charlie out of the car and notice he's covered in poop. Apparently he must've rolled in a nice pile before we left. We manage to give him a cursory cleaning and then let him roll around in the grass to dry off. He comes back covered in sticker burrs. Mind you, we're on our way to stop for lunch at a friend's house, a buddy from high school. I haven't spent any time with him in ten years, and I'm supposed to show up at his home with a dog covered in burrs and poop. Not cool.

Oh, and when we get there, Charlie lifts his leg on their sofa.

Please let us make it through the rest of the trip without any stories to tell.

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