Only I could turn a 7 hour trip into a 10 hour trip. Pretty sure I just blew a Bose trying to drown out my kids, and EB threw a half-eaten, half-melted kid cone in my lap. I've done 80 most of the way, but I spent three hours stuck in construction.
"Mommy, mommy, mommy, mommy, how much longer, are we there yet, he touched me, she looked at me, I have to go potty..."
Bitch better have my money. For real.
on May. 2, 2012 at 9:56 PM