Amy and I started our road trip from Washington D.C. to Minnesota. We drove for about 13 hours today and have about 9 or 10 hours left for tomorrow. It wasn't so bad. We went through Virginia, Maryland, Pennsylvania, Ohio, Indiana, Illinois, and now we are in Janesville Wisconsin. So I guess W could be for Wisconsin. Or Washington. Or "What a day!" but when I was writing the title Walrus was all I could think of.
Sam and Kira texted us before and after school. That was fun. I told Kira this morning, "The 495 is like a parking lot!" and she said, "I don't know what that means." And I said, "Major traffic" and she said "What's the 494?" and I said, "It's the road," and she said, "Oh. I get it now." I guess that joke is wasted on 12 year olds who don't drive or know that freeways are numbered. Later Sam asked where we were and I said, "Toledo" and he said, "Ha ha. Really funny. Where are you really?" And I said, "Toledo!" and he said, "Toledo, yeah right. You just made 'Toledo' up." My son: Geography whiz. And then I texted Mitch and said, "We are in Chicago. We are going to go clubbing and get some authentic Chicago 'sausage.'" and he said, "Good luck." He is so supportive of me.
Now we are in a Motel 6 on the ground floor and it has has two beds, toilet paper and a door; but what it boasts in amenities, it lacks in pillow thickness, but I'm so tired, I won't even notice because I'm sure when my head hits the pillow I will fall asleep and stay asleep until the serial killer that will inevitably come to the truck stop across the parking lot smashes the window and tries to murder us. Amy is sleeping by the window though, so, you know, I might have a chance.
p.s. I spent the entire day at Mount Vernon yesterday and it was glorious. I will tell you all about it tomorrow.
Sam and Kira texted us before and after school. That was fun. I told Kira this morning, "The 495 is like a parking lot!" and she said, "I don't know what that means." And I said, "Major traffic" and she said "What's the 494?" and I said, "It's the road," and she said, "Oh. I get it now." I guess that joke is wasted on 12 year olds who don't drive or know that freeways are numbered. Later Sam asked where we were and I said, "Toledo" and he said, "Ha ha. Really funny. Where are you really?" And I said, "Toledo!" and he said, "Toledo, yeah right. You just made 'Toledo' up." My son: Geography whiz. And then I texted Mitch and said, "We are in Chicago. We are going to go clubbing and get some authentic Chicago 'sausage.'" and he said, "Good luck." He is so supportive of me.
Now we are in a Motel 6 on the ground floor and it has has two beds, toilet paper and a door; but what it boasts in amenities, it lacks in pillow thickness, but I'm so tired, I won't even notice because I'm sure when my head hits the pillow I will fall asleep and stay asleep until the serial killer that will inevitably come to the truck stop across the parking lot smashes the window and tries to murder us. Amy is sleeping by the window though, so, you know, I might have a chance.
p.s. I spent the entire day at Mount Vernon yesterday and it was glorious. I will tell you all about it tomorrow.
Motel 6! I haven't been to a motel 6 in... 6 years! When we road tripped to Cali and back! HAVE FUN WITH THE SAUSAGES!
ReplyDeleteIt was pretty dirty. Amy and I decided not to take showers this morning, or as she said, we were "dirt-ballin' it" because we thought we would probably just get dirtier if we attempted to bathe in that place.
DeleteI grew up 6 miles out of DC in Kensington MD. It's a beautiful place. Especially this time of year. Summer - no. Winter - hell no.
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