My mission: drive home with our #2 college girl.
They could have told me Hanibal Lechter was my seatmate and I would have been calmer.
We hadn't even made it to the expressway!
The officer explained that he clocked me at 49 mph in a 35 mph zone. Hmmpf!! Guess the radar units work differently in Virginia than they do in Texas.
As I pulled away with my freshly written ticket, I bribed #2 not to tell the Mister.
B - really disgusting
C - beyond disgusting
D - next trip, I wear Depends
We arrived at our haunted hotel in Chattanooga, TN at about midnight. Unfortunately, we missed the hours for room service and no minibar was in sight. If any ghosts came into our room we were too exhausted to see them.
Up at the crack of dawn, we were on the road again. I had made reservations at another hotel along the way, but we cancelled them because my sweet #2 said she had been dreaming of sleeping in her own bed for months. I had that same dream.
Another 12 hours, 9 grade D bathroom stalls, 6 bottles of water, 3 tanks of gas, plenty of unhealthy snacks, and lots of laughs along the way, we pulled into our driveway to find the Mister with flashlights in hand helping to direct us into the garage.
He hugged our baby, then kissed me and said how happy he was that we were home safely with no casualties, speeding tickets, or arrest warrants.
I winked at #2 and she smiled and reminded me that we have a shopping date to plan.
Whatever you say, #2!!
Hope your day is turbulence free!!!