Florida or Bust-Page 1

If you have never spent 3 days in the car with a 3 year old your life is not well lived. What a wonderful, terrible, blessed, cursed experience.

First and foremost, you need a 3 year old that is willing to get in the car. Secondly, said 3 year old needs to be capable of sitting in the same seat in a buckled-in postion for all 3 days...and God Bless you and good luck with that.

We got on the road at about 2PM. At 3PM we were 14 blocks from the Ready-Set-GO point. 2 hours later and we had made it almost 60 miles from home. The way this was going the covered wagons would beat us to our destination-even given the fact that they would have to stop for a few unforeseen bumps in the road, so to speak.

Finally, we got everything set in a way that seemed to work best~SweetCheeks called the shots and MyHero contorted himself like a the human rubber man (ever seen one of those at the Side Show at the fair?---ssssoooo cool) to meet the Little Lady's demands. At this point I would like to add that MyHero never did that for his OWN kids-but, oh my, the string is wrapped tight from knuckle to fingertip with this one . When I ever so sweetly mentioned that fact MrMeanFace replaced the contortionist and he offered to drive so that I could stick my butt in the window for all the truckers to look at. I thanked him kindly for his offer and declined.

Well, that about wraps up our first night on the road. If you are good and promise not to wipe your spit on the inside of the rear passenger window tomorrow I will tell you about our first stop at the long awaited, and highly recommended WAFFLE HOUSE.