Just left the Cracker Barrel. Bellys are full and eyes are sleepy. Except Baby Girl who is screaming her head off in the back because she has had it with that carseat.
She longs for the comfort of that queen size bed at The Best Western just like her Momma.
LiverPie is crying, "when are we stopping at the hotel?". Momma is crying the same thing.
I'm feeling a little responsible for everyone's tired discomfort seeing that we got going two hours late today because of my little problem with organization (or the lack thereof). I am, however, punishing myself by remembering that we could be TWO HOURS further if it weren't for me.
Monk downed three cups of coffee at The Cracker Barrel and he is buzzing out of his head, so I'm sure he'll be just fine. Plus I purchased his favorite candy. Black Licorice Drops. Have mercy, those things are disgusting. But if my man wants to eat candy that is black and smells like about 4 different kinds of nasty, then I will stand by my man and support his habit.
As long as he doesn't try to kiss me. That, my friends, would be a serious misdemeanor.
Speaking of Cracker Barrel. It was really weird to see all the Arkansas Razorback merchandise instead of Texas Longhorn stuff. I mean really, who would want to be called a HOG? I will say that as soon as we crossed over into Arkansas it certainly smelled like a pig pen. No joke, really. It just
And a word of advice for those traveling. Anytime you walk into a gas station restroom and there is a plunger next to the toilet, it is never a good sign. I'm just sayin'.
Well, the baby is now sleeping peacefully, Liv and Sis are watching a video and me? I'm about to bust out my Razzles.
Because first it's a candy...then it's a gum.
2 comments:
Them's fight'n words lady. Oh, and that smell...it's not hogs, it is chickens.
PIG SOOIE!!!
Awwww...you know we was just pickin' on you! We conspired together and conived out evil plan!
It really did stink when we crossed into AK though. Really.
PIG FOOEY!
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