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?

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