15 hours in a car

me, at our final destination, with a senior pic of a guy who i look like

When we left Grandma Bonnie's at 9am-ish yesterday morning, I figured I was gonna be okay with the next few hours.

I mean, I've done the Rexburg-->Utah, Utah-->Rexburg trip

about a bajillion times.

But that's only 8 hours.

Only 8. Double that and add in a few of these adventures:

A stop in Paul, Idaho. It was pretty quiet in the cemetery, nobody else was there except a guy mowing the lawn. Mom took the opportunity to talk about the resurrection. Then Caleb, completely serious, looks up at her and asks,

"On resurrection morning, will there be dead zombies rampaging?"

Yes, Caleb, dead zombies rampaging.

Has anybody lent "Day of the Dead" to him recently?

Please come forward.

Major rainstorm in mountains, lightning striking

right by the car. Ellie plugged her ears saying "Make the rain noise stop! I don't wanna heaw it!"

Mom had to pull over a couple of times cause we

just couldn't see. It was a tad scary.

The Burger King in Pendleton had no tomatoes, lettuce, chicken, or pickles. Soo what are we supposed to eat then, Mr.

Burger King? I thought you said we could have it our way.

Wrong-o.

A stop in Troutdale revealed that Ellie does not have the greatest

manners in truck stop bathrooms.

I'll only say this: there was an incident with

wet toilet paper, a few "you fiend's!" from

the madre which I think other people in the bathroom heard, and a poor woman getting

shoved out of the way of our little princess.

Bring on the trip home, baby.

I promise I only ate 2 aussie bites...