
So, I noticed that Leesa was on vacation about the same time i was. As she stated, since we both took off at about the same time, we must be sleeping together. Trust me, that was definitely the case. The praise she laid upon me was mind boggling. Go me! ^_^
Sadly, that’s not really true. Even though Leesa is totally not my type, I’d do her.
I know she’s feeling the love right about now. Anyway, I got back from the trip all in one piece. It wasn’t much to write home about, as is usually the case. My vacations never go the way people probably think they should. My vacations are the most interesting on the drive there and the drive back, or as some cases have had it the flight there and the flight back. I don’t like traveling because of the destination usually. I enjoy traveling for the arrival and departure!
Now, let me preface this with the fact that I have been to Florida before. I went when I was younger. Again, it wasn’t actually being in Florida that was most interesting. It was the getting there that was so entertaining. Yes, some incidents while being in the state were funny, it was all in the process of getting to where we wanted to be. You see my mother enjoys the leading driver role. She is a type A personality and so this role suits her. Well my mom has to have at least one mishap on the way. When I was a child, that mishap took place in a hotel parking lot on our way to Disney Land. She drove the front of the car over a pile-on and got us stuck. I don’t remember how we got off of that thing, but I was too weak to help my ‘already on his way to being tanked’ step father push it off. I think a tow truck was involved. My mother was excessively pissed off.
This time my mom managed to get lost by a couple of miles and that just set her off all the way. It wasn’t entirely her fault. I must admit that the signage that is on route 231 is just horrible all the way around. In one direction there are indicating signs telling you where to it branches into another direction (which it does by the way in case you’re interested), but in the opposite direction there is no sign at all. you just happily drive right on by it without cause for worry until you realize that the signs 5 miles down say nothing about still being on 231. That was special, let me tell you. So the cursing was quite extraordinary by the time my mother came to the conclusion we were going the wrong way. As a side note, my sister and I are not allowed to ride in the car with my mother. We have this nasty habit of laughing at everything and making fun of her and my step dad. Thus, we are placed in a separate vehicle with one another. Probably not the safest idea because we end up laughing so hard the driver almost causes a huge accident. Fun times.
