Well y'all, all I can say is...I NEED TO GET HOME!!
Not that I wanted to leave my dear, sweet sister's house. I didn't. And even though I no longer am able to endure the sub-fridgid temperatures called Michigan, I would move there in a hearbeat just to be near her.
I need to be home because I am losing my ever loving mind in this van! And if I hear one more chorus of This Old Man coming from the back seat by two unassuming little girls I swear I will have to jump out the window onto I-40 and This Old Man won't be the only one who came rolling home! Just willing to take my chances is all I'm sayin'.
The baby is as close to a nervous breakdown as I am because she has more than had it with riding on her back in that carseat. And you know what? I can't blame her. If I had to ride on my back for umpteen thousand hours, I would be slightly grouchy too.
By the way, I am in fact, NOT fasting on the ride home like I mentioned earlier. Fact of the matter is, I just love food too much to do something silly like that. So, Milky Way bars (the little ones, y'all) and Double Stuf Oreos are the foods of choice to become ill on this time around.
Signing out for now and hopefully not doing this again until I'm home, on my couch, with a large glass of ice cold Coke, watching the baby roll all over the floor in front of me and not screaming in her carseat!