Category: D-Day Minus One

  • 9:28 PM.  Dogs still have gas. Wife watching Botched.  Not clear how that helps with the food poisoning.  But whatever – I’m not driving.  Just navigating.  And working.  And enjoying a nice, quiet drive. HAHAHAHAHAHA. (Fuck those ROTFL acronyms.  Much more satisfying to write “hahahahahaha”).

  • D Day Minus 1, or Insanity Eve

    9:06 PM.  Something like fifteen hours to launch:  two adults (ok, maybe not adults), two kids under eight, and two dogs in a mid-sized VW Tiguan, planning a transcontinental drive across the U.S. of A.  Wife has food poisoning.  Good thing she’s the driver. But at least the kids are packed and asleep.  For now.…