Due to the number of home break-ins and burglaries in my 'hood over the last month, I was a little hesitant to announce publicly that we were leaving town for Florida. I don't own a cool iPhone or laptop, so blogging while on the road was impossible. But holy crapola, do I have some great material for you now.
It all stems mostly from the fact that we drove.
In the smelly minivan.
With 3 boys.
And my grumpy husband.
He's still sleeping right now, snoring away after a 5 am return this morning. I'm trying to type very quietly because the guy needs some rest. A rough patch through Georgia where traffic was at a standstill for 2 hours yesterday nearly killed him. Joe's comment?
I love going ZERO on the f*ckin' highway. This is better than "Cats."
So thank you for your patience, loyal reader. Once I get some more sleep and a couple of Red Bulls in me, I'll be sure to share our grand adventures of flipped-over over cars, a plane crashing into a local Florida grocery store, and the fact that we accidentally chose the "Shark Bite Capital of the World" to go swimming.
You really couldn't expect a seamless vacation, right? That would never do.
Not when there's a blog to write.