* The comfort level at Grammy’s house has improved at least 87% with the addition of a) a new mattress, and b) a shower-nozzle thing attached to the tap in the (no shower, just tub) bathroom.
* Opie: “Allll this Pennsylvania time is making me LATE for my CONCERT.”
* Something is wrong with this country when you can no longer buy bait at the gas station, and when the rustic-looking farmer’s market sells Amy’s organic frozen meals.
On our way home now. Only three flight segments and a layover at O’Hare stand between us and our own beds. *gulp*
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Here’s hoping the rest of the trip home is uneventful.
It wouldn’t do to be late for the boy’s CONCERT!
For a moment, I was confused over needing a new mattress, until I realized this must not be your mom’s work-provided ‘mansion.’
Try Arkansas. At our nearest gas station, you will find plenty of bait and nothing that is *deliberately* organic.
Good luck getting home!
our trips to granny’s got a lot better when the hide-a-bed mattress from 1953 got replaced too.
travel safe home.
3 more segments and O’Hare? God bless you all! Good luck & safe travels.
You’re not still in the air, are you? Tell me your three segments and O’Hare are done!
Wow, there certainly is a place for Amy’s Enchiladas (that place being IN MY STOMACH), but I’m with you on the Farmer’s Market. That’s a little disconcerting.
And yeah, ‘Gas & Worms’ is the way to go.
We had to go to freakin WalMart to get our fishing licenses this year. We called all over town (including several gas stations), but could not find anyone else. What is the world coming to?
(Okay, this is bizarre, but the comment box is not allowing me to use apostrophes.)