I am at my Daddy's house for the weekend. One of my boys did all the driving yesterday. He wanted to prove that he could do the whole trip. He did a wonderful job and the only mistakes made had more to do with the passenger seat navigator (what can I say, things look differently in that seat than they do in the driver's seat).
A tradition with the boys when we make this trip is to buy a few scratch-offs when we stop for gas. At our first stop, which was supposed to be a super quick get some gas, go to the bathroom, get a snack stop, didn't turn out that way. We won $100!!! Of course, that meant, let's get a few more, win a couple more bucks, rinse/repeat, rinse/repeat.
When it was time to deal with St. Louis, driver boy opted to go through the city to experience the "harder" route, rather than taking the loop around it. A little more than 30 minutes later, finally made it across the river. He did really well making the right exit choices, especially considering that I have accidentally tried to go to Chicago and/or Memphis more times than I care to admit!!
Twelve hours later (yes, 12 for a 611 mile drive!!!) we finally arrived. The bonus for me was that since I was not driving, that meant some serious dedicated knitting time. All that time also prompted me to wonder what my "knitter hands" are gonna look like when I am old. Think about it... ballerinas get knobby/gnarly feet, runners get black toes... what do fiber freaks get?
This morning has renewed my belief that our water at home is awful. I have extremely fine, naturally wavy/curly hair, so, of course, I prefer to wear it as straight as possible. Here, I can easily achieve what I want and am left with silky, soft, straight but still bouncy hair (unless ugly humidity is present and I don't get my hair dried fast enough). At home, a great deal of effort is required to get to this point, and it always seems to fall just short... frizz is hiding...and not very well. Wonder if there is some way to redo the plumbing to pump this water back home.
And now for the confession of the day. Keep in mind that at the time of this incident, there was less than half a glass of iced tea coursing through my veins, so I cannot be held responsible for my actions. I keep my travel bag stocked with small versions of necessities. As I was getting my toothbrush ready, I squeezed the paste on it (remember, at home, I use homemade baking soda paste) and thought, that looks weird. It was a thin line and was hard to squeeze onto the brush. Oh well, maybe it is just old and sorta dried up since it has been languishing about waiting for me to actually GO SOMEWHERE! Stuck the brush in my mouth and ooooooooooooohhhhhhh ick, it has zero taste, is kinda greasy, and is not foaming at all. Turns out, triple antibiotic cream does not make a good toothpaste.
Welcome to my world.