Thankfully so, because had he driven to where he thought we'd trade, we'd have had to trade during a deluge, and the pass seat wouldn't have survived my bladder explosion. As it was, we both had empty bladders, I had easy access back to the highway, and my shift consisted of DOWNPOURS and SUNSHINE and DOWNPOURS and SUNSHINE and more of the same. Stephen rescued a coupla sodas outta the cooler (and when I say "rescued" I mean he had to exert some effort, due to the tight pack of the car)... and then I drenched myself, my seat, and the steering wheel (with soda)! Whee! Still, bubbles on a dry throat, mmm.
|clear skies ahead, stormy skies behind|
*****So, today, we ran some errands with her. We scoped out a
The vacation is over and now we're actually in search of our next home, in earnest.