The drive down from Jersey was hellish. Twelve hours on the road with two kids. I think that qualifies as Dante’s 5th ring of hell…had there been cars and road trips when dante was alive.
We got stuck outside of D.C. for an hour going nowhere. I listened to the entire Nirvana Nevermind CD while looking at the same tree on the side of the road. Yeah, it really was that bad.
But we did drive over the Potomac and the Shenandoah rivers and through Haper Valley (google Harper Valley PTA song…you’ll like it). Then through Pigeon Forger where, the billboards tell me, they’ve built the Titanic. Why they felt compelled to do that, I have no idea. But they sure are proud of it.
I am sad to say that I sounded a lot like my mother on the drive down. “Don’t touch him!” “Don’t cross that line!” “Stop whining!” “Please! I’m begging! 5 minutes of silence in memorium of my nerves!”
It was a very long 12 hours.
Numerous Dr. Peppers, two vivarin and a couple of almost car wrecks and we were at my friend’s house.
I texted my mother to let her know I got here in one piece, brushed my teeth and fell into a coma.
Now, to turn around and do it again tomorrow. Sans kids.
I’m looking forward to it! 🙂