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September 06, 2004
"Woman - you don't travel well!" ~The Husband.
Mile 20 - I finished reading my People magazine. "When are we going to stop? I want coffee."
"Can we stop, I need to pee."
"You packed snacks. Grab an apple." "Well by 'snack' I kind of was thinking of something like grilled salmon."
"I have to pee."
"So... are we there, yet?"
"We should get a hotel." "We have a hotel waiting for us." "Yeah but I mean right now. Let's break up the trip. I have to pee again." "For the love of God, woman. We only have about 50 more miles to go." "So, what. You're saying you don't want to get a hotel?"
But on Friday as we crested the 6th hour, The Husband looked over and I had my head down in the seat and my butt in the air. And then I flipped over and put my feet on the dash. Then I flipped over on my left side. Then my right side. Then I let out a large sigh.
On road trips, I can only enjoy the scenery for so long and then my eyes start to roll back into my head. And last time we flew to the East Coast I made the 6-year old whiny child in 14D look like a princess.
Posted by Foodwhore at September 6, 2004 09:43 PM
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