Road Trip Day 1: The fun begins...
Two days ago, we found out that Peter's ears are okay again, which meant that he no longer needs the ear surgery that was planned for next week, which meant that we could actually attend Mick and Lisa's wedding in Ireland. Silly Angie wanted to fly, but I got her hammered on wine and convinced her that a road trip would be more memorable. Day 1 certainly was.
So, we packed up the animals, suitcases and the kitchen sink and brilliant me thought I would take one more snapshot for the crapbook.
Anywho, after getting everyone buckled in for the second time, we hit the road. The kids fell asleep right away, which we thought was great. Traffic was light and we hit the French border in no time. Almost immediately, the smell of stinky cheese filled the car.
Speaking of stinky things, we stopped for gas.
When in Rome, do as the Romans do. When in France, our boys were somehow taught to jump into strangers' race cars and look cute. I blame myself for their cute looks and Opa and his Cobra for their love of cars with racing stripes. I forgave him, though, since he bought me the navigation system that got us through France as quickly as possible. The country is nice, but it smells a little like feet.
After tanking up, the boys tanked out.
After tanking up, the boys tanked out.
When you're on the road, you're supposed to eat junk food. It's a rule and our family is notorious for not breaking rules. Okay, at least we're notorious. [Note: don't ask for Freedom Fries in France]
It's a cliche that kids need to stop every two miles to pee. Cliche smells French to me and since we were in France...
Our great plan of letting the boys sleep all freakin' day backfired when we hit the docks, waiting for the ferry.
Our boat ride to England made me really contemplate life and the long car ride ahead and how easily it would be to just jump into the water and swim away. I'm an excellent swimmer. Definitely an excellent swimmer.
I love that Angie looks like she is reenacting the scene from Titanic. I know that Leonardo was young, but this is just ridiculous! I obviously like older women, but come on, Oedipus!
Somehow I survived the ferry without being thrown overboard by any of my beloved miscreants, including Angie, who was still stinky-sour over not having a nice, romantic dinner to celebrate our sextennial. That's probably not a word, but it sounds French and has some well-known English words in it, so it somehow fits with today's journey. I'm not one to disappoint, as the both of you know, so I arranged for an exquisite meal for two.
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Ladder Talk:
[We made it to the hotel after midnight - no Ladder Talk for the tuckered out]
What's that smell coming off my monitor? Nice post.
ReplyDelete@Jamie: If it smells like cheese, it could be Angie's French pedicure. Otherwise, thanks :-)
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