The Husband, (aka Jim, aka Sugar) and I just got home late Saturday from a three-week road trip from our home in Greenville, SC to San Francisco, then Napa. We took my parents. For their 50th wedding anniversary. (Note: Yes, they had me VERY late in life. I was a miracle baby, in fact.)
I’d told Mom and Dad not to worry about how much they packed–“take whatever you need,” I said. They took me at my word. I myself am not a light packer, and I think it’s safe to say that the result was that we hauled more stuff to California than your average family moving west in a wagon train.
So, it took a while to pack and unpack all that stuff, and I’ve been unplugged for a while. I’m catching up on email and laundry. Planning to drag myself in to Jazzercise today so The Queen of Pain can start working some of what I ate off my derriere.
Trip highlights are too may to count, but coming soon.
And, my dad was well behaved. He didn’t show his tongue to a single soul, though he looked at it in the visor mirror a lot when he was riding up front.