Yes. It is true. I have officially lost my marbles.
I am going on a road trip.
Three states away…
…with these two characters:
Want to go on a road trip?
Do I have to sit in the backseat the entire way?
If I can drive a moving truck, I think I am qualified to drive the car.
No? Well I can wear my doggie seatbelt in the front seat and be your co-pilot then?
Don’t I look good in the front seat? If I had opposable thumbs and a longer reach I would wash that filthy windshield for you.
What about me? Where will I sit? Will I be all alone back here? What if I can’t get comfortable? What if I want to stop every 10 minutes? What if I can’t hear the radio? What if I can’t see the road because Dolly’s big head is in the way? What if I want the window rolled down? What if I want to stop at Sonic? What if…
Yes. I have lost my marbles.
A trip with these two is like the equivalent of Willy Wonka’s boat ride.
There’s no earthly way of knowing
Which direction we are going
There’s no knowing where we’re rowing
Or which way the river’s flowing
Yes, the danger must be growing
For the rowers keep on rowing
And they’re certainly not showing
Any signs that they are slowing
Kind of like 20 hours in a car with two dogs.
But, nevertheless, we are leaving for our little California adventure tonight. Jon is out of town with work… so I might as well leave dodge, too.
These two will keep it interesting… I promise you that!
Would you like an Everlasting Gobstopper?
Wish us luck.