Our vacation is over.

Are you happy now?

Just 800 more miles to drive and then we’ll be home. On Monday. And then we still have to finish our fence. Apparently, the fourth of July is this week,
how did that happen?

We did have a fantastic vacation, I mean, wow. Great company, amazing house, fabulous
weather, (well, except the last two days) and very good food. It’s hard to believe we have been gone for so
very long. I have to say I have never
been on such a long vacation before and I do believe I’ll be doing it again. And again. And again.

We are driving through Raleigh-Durham right now as I type
and we’ve had more excitement in the past 40 minutes on the ride home than we
did on the entire 2 ½ days here. We had
decided at the last minute to get off for dinner right at 6:15 p.m. Brian spotted a Sonic and knowing his wife’s
greasy tot-loving taste buds, he suggested we stop there. The service was very fast and good. We got back on the expressway when we pulled
over for two very fast state troopers. It was then I said to Brian “oh great, there’s probably a car
accident.” That was an understatement,
after stopping in solid traffic, we were passed by a fire truck and two
additional police cars and they were making everyone turn around. It was like a mass exodus off of the road, it
was freaky and dangerous and what was worse is that we were in
Raleigh-Durham. Where we have never been before. Good times. I had said to Brian, “you know, if we had just kept on driving and not
stopped at Sonic, we wouldn’t be sitting here in traffic, then again, if we
hadn’t gotten off, would we have been in what appeared to be a tragic
accident?”

Luckily Brian had his trusty old Crackberry with him and
found our way back to the expressway, only to get on and miss our exit .2 miles
later. We turned around, got on to the
correct exit and went about our merry way, only to be trailed by another
speeding trooper we was pulling over a car going faster than Brian. Which is odd, because Brian is usually the
faster driver.

We should be stopping at about 9:00 p.m. for the night and
then heading to

Louisville

tomorrow night.

I had planned on reading an entire book on vacation, but
could never get into it as the kids were near the pool n’ all, so therefore I was distracted. But I’m reading it now, in the car. Well not right now, I’m blogging.

Then again, I had planned to eat fairly healthy and well, that didn’t happen either. whatever.

Back to the hills and curves of West Virginia tomorrow.

We are in West Virginia as I begin writing this post. I have never been to West
Virginia; it’s very hilly and curvy, versus Indiana, which is flat and straight. Very flat. Very straight. And West Virginia is very
hilly and very curvy. Did I mention that? Because it’s not really good for my heart to
sit in the car while Brian literally drives 80 mph around the mountains while
eating a fruit & yogurt parfait. 

Last night we stayed in Louisville at my sister’s house. It was fun and we drank a lot and today I’m
tired. Plus, I still have my cold, as do
Ariel and Racecar. Ariel and Racecar
also do not sleep in the car. Have I
mentioned that? They stopped sleeping in
cars about 3 years ago. Luckily, the DVD
player is keeping them busy. The DVD
player with headphones. I don’t think I
could stand a seventy hour road trip while listening to Max and Ruby or
Cailou. I’m not sure why the children
are so captivated by these characters, but they are and at this point in my
trip, that makes me very, very happy. Instead, I have heard “are we still driving? and “where are we going?”
and “is this our vacation?” six bazillion times.

I will never move to West Virginia. Too
many hills, too many curves.

We stopped awhile back to go potty. I actually had to run out of the car ahead of Brian and the kids because my bladder was so full, urine was seeping from my
pores. The gas station/restaurant/pizza
parlor/convenience store had stairs to climb in order to get into the gas
station/restaurant/pizza parlor/convenience store, I was about to climb the
stairs when I noticed that someone had vomited right at the foot of the
stairs. It was nice. I wanted to yell and warn Brian but I
couldn’t because the pee situation I had going on. When I came out of the gas
station/restaurant/pizza parlor/convenience store Brian was outside the door,
standing there. Ariel had dropped her
flip flop below the stairs. Next to the
vomit. Brian went to get it and when he
came out from underneath the stairs a woman was standing their, looking at
Brian sympathetically, assuming he was the one who had vomited.

We still have a few hours left of driving today, the kids
are yawning and fighting the z’s that are trying to enter their tired little
bodies. I learned how to play Soduko (suduko? soduku?) to
try to keep my mind off of how Brian drives. I am incapable of sleeping in the car, too, I guess we know where the
kids get it from.

So many hills and curves.

A-ha! We are now in Virginia. Certainly it will flatten out in Virginia,
right?