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it took 3 pushes before finally hearing the trunk latch click. as i drove, i feared the latch might pop under the strain and spew luggage like spring snakes from those obviously prank mixed nuts cans.
the wife and i spent the first 10 miles running through a last minute check list. curling iron? unplugged. back door locked? mail collection? neighbor. air conditioning? off. cat, deceased.
from the back seat the boys fired endless rounds of cliches as the miles rolled by.
"dad, are we there yet?"
"dad, how much longer?"
"dad, i gotta pee"
"dad, he's on my side!"
"dad, he's looking at me again!"
"dad, macdonalds!"
"dad, can we go home?"
"dad, i forgot..."
"dad, what's that smell?"
"dad, the duct tape makes it hard to talk"
an invisible pot hole caused my wife to spill hot coffee in her lap. she claimed i did it on purpose and refused to speak to me for several miles (not really a bad thing).
son one amazingly managed to smear his face, hands and car seat with more chocolate that what the chocolate chip granola bar actually contained.
son two decided the journey was a great time to practice soccer kicks into the back of my seat.
to pass the time, i suggested we play "the quiet game", the boys immediately disqualified themselves.
exhausted and unable to drive another mile, we reached our destination,... the airport. 38 miles down, 2372 to go.
Posted by griff at July 17, 2002 01:00 AM