Long as I'm here to comment on Jenni's tickets, I thought I might add that (not-so) new van hit 9000 exactly as we were parking in front of Baskin Robbins for dollar scoop night.
I don't know what it is that I've done to offend you so, but I'm truly sorry you were so deeply hurt. Please,come home. *licking chocolate frosting off fingers* But not 'til Monday, okay?
Every time "new van" hits a milestone I think "Oh, gotta remember where we were when..." and then promptly forget within a couple days. No more! (Or at least not this time. *g*)
4800 miles, Home Depot parking lot. Somehow appropriate. *g*
I think the vacation fairy popped into my bedroom last night to say something about spending a lot of money tickets to Disneyland this summer. But I was on the verge of sleep, so it may have been my imagination.
Usually, though, my imagination it sounds more like Jensen Ackles and less like my mother.