August 06, 2007

DRIVING WOES

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.

Posted by: Sarah at 03:33 AM | Comments (5) | Add Comment
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1 Covered in poo and burrs? I know it's not nice to laugh at other's misfortunes. So, I'm laughing WITH, okay? Because you're laughing, right?

Posted by: airforcewife at August 06, 2007 04:29 AM (emgKQ)

2 That is to funny. I don't know if poo is beter than a iddos barfing all over the place. Enjoy the rest of your week.

Posted by: Reasa at August 06, 2007 05:20 AM (JfF5d)

3 That really is funny. Have a safe journey home.

Posted by: Butterfly Wife at August 06, 2007 06:01 AM (+2qii)

4 "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." That's got to be the best laugh I've had all week. Or will have all week...

Posted by: TJ at August 06, 2007 10:26 AM (jKm1z)

5 I once had to turn around (twice) on a dark narrow mountain road to put a huge raccoon out of its misery after I hit it the first time. Apparently it was so big it just suffered a broken back somewhere near the kidneys, and I couldn't let it drag itself around by its front paws until it died. I was ticked the next day, though, when I discovered it had left a dent in my bumper.

Posted by: Green at August 07, 2007 09:46 AM (VqW06)

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