This last week was Thanksgiving, a great holiday with lots of food, family and fun. We decided to take a trip to visit my family 425 miles away and for some reason we decided it would be a fantastic idea to do a road trip. It is one of those things that sounds great at the time but, put the plan in motion and you envision yourself dying a slow and torturous death. We drove those 425 miles with the two kids in the back seat and my super hot hubby at the wheel. I had forgotten that he refuses, adamantly refuses, to drive over 65 mph due to fuel efficiency. I jokingly said half way through the drive that I should take a picture of every car, truck, motorcycle, bicycle, unicycle, snail, etc that passed us up on this trip. I quickly realized that would take up all the memory in my camera as there must have been a gazillion!!! This was not bugging me too much until the kids starting getting restless and we were passed by an GIANT RV with a motorized scooter on the back (you know, the kind that has commercials of old people when they can't get around as well anymore?). I had had enough when that occurred. I was explaining and begging and pleading and crying and shouting that the gas pedal was on the right in case he was confused. I felt like someone was running over me with the very car I was riding in...only they were actually going to speed limit of 70 MPH!!!! OUCH!! Those extra 5 mph really pack a punch.
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