Final days of together time
Our final 2 days of together time were really a collection of snippets and observations, as I let the WCM hunt for fossils while I read books. We left Ohio and went to Central Maryland via Western Pennsylvania.
The patchwork hills of Western Pennsylvania were dotted with rounded hay bales and picturesque farms, just begging to be painted in heavy oils.
My wonderful husband's choice of music on the drive was eclectic, to say the least, ranging from Roger Waters moaning about being "Comfortably Numb" to Jimmy Buffett wooing his latest partner with the classic line "Why don't we get drunk and screw?"
What is it about the Ladies Room at Cracker Barrel restaurants that brings out the inner chanteuse in some women? I swear, in every Cracker Barrel we ate in (Breakfast, almost every day, because their breakfast f***ing rocks! Chocolate chip pancakes!), there was some dizzy broad in the next stall singing along to Patsy Cline. WTF? Lady, you're in there to, ahem, do your business, not belt out "Crazy."
I credit the peaceful roadtrip of over 1300 miles to my MP3 player. I could tune in, turn off, and chill out. Neither of us picked at the other, there were no petty fights, no resentments, and a lot of nice together time. I guess after 15 years, we've managed to get it together.
It was a nice vacation.
The patchwork hills of Western Pennsylvania were dotted with rounded hay bales and picturesque farms, just begging to be painted in heavy oils.
My wonderful husband's choice of music on the drive was eclectic, to say the least, ranging from Roger Waters moaning about being "Comfortably Numb" to Jimmy Buffett wooing his latest partner with the classic line "Why don't we get drunk and screw?"
What is it about the Ladies Room at Cracker Barrel restaurants that brings out the inner chanteuse in some women? I swear, in every Cracker Barrel we ate in (Breakfast, almost every day, because their breakfast f***ing rocks! Chocolate chip pancakes!), there was some dizzy broad in the next stall singing along to Patsy Cline. WTF? Lady, you're in there to, ahem, do your business, not belt out "Crazy."
I credit the peaceful roadtrip of over 1300 miles to my MP3 player. I could tune in, turn off, and chill out. Neither of us picked at the other, there were no petty fights, no resentments, and a lot of nice together time. I guess after 15 years, we've managed to get it together.
It was a nice vacation.
posted by Peevish McSnark at
11:27 PM
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Nice stories!
No pictures in RRHOF? WTF?! Call Bicycle Repair Man, he'd know what to do!
(That's a Flying Circus reference for all you cultural illiterates)
We actually just (≈2 weeks ago) got back from 3 days in Vermont for my Great-Uncle & Aunts 50th wedding aniversary. That was much lamer. One cool thing, though, my mom's cousin Donna married one of the only black people in town and that totally pissed off everyone else in their Vermont family. Darrin is the man, though, and was one of the coolest people ever.
(Wierdness: They invited Howard Dean to the event, but he was to busy to come. He sent a handwritten apology, though.)
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