This morning at the Butt Crack of Dawn™, we - She Who Must Be Obeyed, the Mistress of Sarcasm, Gilad, her (extremely patient) boyfriend, and I - will pile into the SWMBOmobile for the day-long drive to the Dallas-Foat Wuth Metroplex in Texas.
For the next week, we’ll be dividing our time between Denton and Foat Wuth, zooming up and down I-35W with a certain metronomic regularity as we shuttle from the Momma d’SWMBO’s household to that of Morris William, SWMBO’s younger brother, and back.
Since our eminently squeezable nephew William and his equally squeezable (and even more mischievous) sister Madison are in Denton, I suspect we will be spending a lot of time there. SWMBO loves squeezing them babies. You’d think she were in the Baby Oil business...
The drive should be interesting. Both Gilad and I are Frank Zappa fans, and I have an iPod full of Zappa tunes. I suspect SWMBO will want to kill us after hearing “Zomby Woof” for the eightieth time.
Posting will continue after a brief travel-related hiatus.
Update: We arrived safely in the southwest corner of the Dalworth metroplex after a 14-hour marathon drive, during which SWMBO provided 100% of the pilotage. Iron Woman, she is.
Driving time proper was about 12 hours 30 minutes, but we stopped a few times for the obligatory Eat, Pee ’n’ Get Gas Breaks. We even had a chance to see this guy in his Worky Stomping Grounds as we ate a massive West Georgia breakfast.
Gilad, who moved to Tennessee a few months ago from the Left Coast, is (we are happy to report) no longer a Waffle House or Crapper Barrel virgin.
For the next week, we’ll be dividing our time between Denton and Foat Wuth, zooming up and down I-35W with a certain metronomic regularity as we shuttle from the Momma d’SWMBO’s household to that of Morris William, SWMBO’s younger brother, and back.
Since our eminently squeezable nephew William and his equally squeezable (and even more mischievous) sister Madison are in Denton, I suspect we will be spending a lot of time there. SWMBO loves squeezing them babies. You’d think she were in the Baby Oil business...
The drive should be interesting. Both Gilad and I are Frank Zappa fans, and I have an iPod full of Zappa tunes. I suspect SWMBO will want to kill us after hearing “Zomby Woof” for the eightieth time.
Posting will continue after a brief travel-related hiatus.
Update: We arrived safely in the southwest corner of the Dalworth metroplex after a 14-hour marathon drive, during which SWMBO provided 100% of the pilotage. Iron Woman, she is.
Driving time proper was about 12 hours 30 minutes, but we stopped a few times for the obligatory Eat, Pee ’n’ Get Gas Breaks. We even had a chance to see this guy in his Worky Stomping Grounds as we ate a massive West Georgia breakfast.
Gilad, who moved to Tennessee a few months ago from the Left Coast, is (we are happy to report) no longer a Waffle House or Crapper Barrel virgin.
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