Down to One Lane.
Stop for Extra Large Two Milk Two Sugar and see multiple tow trucks
Four hours later we are still one hour from Kingston.
(In other words, this is taking twice as long as it should).
Slippery roads, 18 wheeler, our car ends up in the middle ditch.
Oh poor you, sounds like a nightmare.
No it was actually OK. Kids fine. I'm fine. Everyone breathing multiple sighs of relief.
Hampton Inn, Wal-Mart for bathing suits, dinner out.
Ouch. Unexpected budget hit.
No it was actually all very reasonable. Plus we were a bit giddy.
Kids hyper, didn't get to sleep till after midnight.
Ugh, totally exhausting.
Ended up fine, we all slept in, took a mental health day.
Um, Amy, we are all here for complaints. Sounds like everything went, er, swimmingly.
Go ahead, we are listening.
(Prepare yourselves this is going to get ugly.)
Well I got to talking to two lovely ladies in the hotel lobby. Turns out they were in town on business.
They work for the government. They investigate complaints. Police Complaints.
Awesome! What a coincidence!
Can you believe after all that I didn't have my book with me?
Moral of the Story: There used to be an old saying about wearing clean underwear in case of a car accident but I think they meant wear clean underwear and pack extra purple books.