Road Trip: Day 1

Our little family is taking our first road trip-to Savannah because Mike's uncle's lady friend is throwing a party because Mike's uncle is turning 50.

As we all know from the Official Road Trip Bible, any reason is a reason for a road trip.

Sadly, there will be no White Castles.

Sigh.

There was already a great deal of irritation before we even left the Wash DC Metro area. One, we left at 11 AM and almost immediately realized at the same time that we had forgotten to eat lunch before we left. We were then stuck behind someone doing 35 mph in a 55 mph zone. She had fairies tied all over the outside of her car, so I have now added fairies to My List of Things to Hate On (Didn't take much.) After the hour it took to release ourselves from Fairy Lady's clutches, we were starving, irritable, and snapping at one another so we settled for the closest food choice-Chik-Fil-A. We then felt nasty. Bleah.

Then, I had forgotten my wallet at work, so we had to stop there.

Next, there must be some sort of trucker convention down South, because I swear every truck ever invented was in our lane. When we changed lanes, so did they. It was like Synchronized Annoyance.

We were finally clear of the trucks, but then got stuck behind an annoying little car with flashers on. Couldn't figure out why he had his flashers on and assumed he was a Traffic Moron. I grumbled aloud incessantly. Because we were in Northern Virginia, nobody would willingly let me into the next lane to pass the guy. When I finally squeezed my way into the next lane and started passing him, I noticed the guy in front of him also had his blinkers on. And the guy in front of him. And in front of him. And also the hearse in front of him.

So I am officially a terrible person.

The ride thereafter was fairly smooth. The baby fairly good. The music quite sucky (local radio stations).

We had dinner with some friends, watched some cartoons and are about to turn in for the night.

Thus ends, Day I.

Goddamn, dirty ape!

Saw this on Yahoo-it caught my eye since my back has been hurting off and on for two weeks now. I can just imagine going to the doctor armed with this information-

Dr: "So why does your back hurt?"
Me: "Yahoo! says it's because my ancestors were apes who felt the need to tote their young around."
Dr: "No Vicodin for you!"
Me: "Aw, no fair!"

It's 95 degrees today-naturally, I am making soup for lunch.

I LOVE MY BROTHER- IN-LAW ( in a completely platonic sense)

for finding this. although I am sure I would have a better chance of survival than this

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Blargy

I probably should be studying for my comprehensive exams being held tomorrow. Instead, I am doing this, researching weed killers, and drinking a mint julep. Blarg.

Mint juleps are extremely sweet, but become very nice if you allow the ice to melt in them a bit. I also put a splash of tea in mine.

I intended to post some 4th of July observations, but was too tired and lazy. (Un)fortunately, I still wish to impose them on you-dear reader-so here they are:

1) Clinton may have had sex with Lewinsky, but Bush has raped the Executive Office and everything it stands for and left it to die in a ditch.
2) Speaking of symbolism, all this talk about illegal immigrants and what is or is not truly American (the anthem sung in Spanish, for example) has made me think about "Truth, justice, and the American Way" and other such things. Which reminds me-why have I not heard anyone else point out the fact that Superman, one of the quintessential American symbols, was an illegal alien?

'Nuff of that.

Drove 9 1/2 hours to Ohio on Friday and 9 1/2 hours back, with my Mom making some strange noise that sounded half like talking and half like nagging the entire way. Egad. Dad, the smart one, slept in the back seat.

The purpose of the trip was to see my G-the appearance of Mathilda and myself was supposed to be a grand surprise.

Would have worked if she had recognized me.

Blarg.

It was cute, though, to hear Maddy say "Ohio" and "G". Except, when she said it, it came out "Hiyo!" and "G!."

Plant update-its HOT. I think the official meteorological term is"Damn Hot." I also feel too lazy to water, but fortunately have forced myself to do it thus far.

What I don't understand is how the weeds can thrive in this heat while my squashes putter about. My weeds have thrived so much that we received a notice today stating we were violating city ordinances and had to eliminate the weeds within 10 days.

Blarg.

They do look bad though.

So, to sum up, my Tuesday night consists of drinking a mint julep while wishing the weeds outside my house would become sentient and rise up and devour me so I don't have to take comps tomorrow.

But that probably won't happen.

Blargy.