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so... as i mentioned, July is national hot dog month.
Today we went on a roadtrip up north.
Sadly to say, I usually dread the idea.
I wasn't really looking forward to going today.
I had a choice, however.
But I went for moral support I guess.
Why are they so bad, you ask?
Well....
When you go on a road trip with my family...
there is rarely any breathable air in the car.
You usually have to wear a sweater and cover yourself with a blanket...
...even if it is 90 degrees outside.
There is a strange odor in the air.
Someone has their appendage halfway draped over you.
There are random pillows and oddities scattered about you...
and the scenery has turned into the same little group of trees.
You must stop any time there is a house/vehicle for sale.
And ALWAYS order water.
Actually, lately these small trips have been somewhat better.
Things are coming around.
Today was promising.
We drove up to a place just north of port huron...
had lunch at taco bell.
we had dr. pepper. that was very considerate, and sweet.
we then went to look at a property.
i felt bad telling my dad i didn't see much in it, but i tried to see his vision.
he was in love.
we left and took a drive up the road... turned around and went back the other way...
stopping to look at cars and such for sale.
we were tired and sick of driving, so we stopped for ice cream.
completely my dad's idea. again. redeamed. it was a sweet act on his part.
on the way back... we're almost home. We just want to be home.
The strange country music is deafening me.
oh well. dad seems sad... he knows people didn't enjoy it like he did.
for that i feel really bad. i hope he enjoyed the trip anyway.
we're so close to home now.
there's a coney island. omg.
did i mention July is national hotdog month?
they're having a special.
48 cents a dog.
we MUST stop.
no one is hungry.
we pile in anyway.
i'm home now. i'm glad to be here.
yep. that's the story for now.
Today we went on a roadtrip up north.
Sadly to say, I usually dread the idea.
I wasn't really looking forward to going today.
I had a choice, however.
But I went for moral support I guess.
Why are they so bad, you ask?
Well....
When you go on a road trip with my family...
there is rarely any breathable air in the car.
You usually have to wear a sweater and cover yourself with a blanket...
...even if it is 90 degrees outside.
There is a strange odor in the air.
Someone has their appendage halfway draped over you.
There are random pillows and oddities scattered about you...
and the scenery has turned into the same little group of trees.
You must stop any time there is a house/vehicle for sale.
And ALWAYS order water.
Actually, lately these small trips have been somewhat better.
Things are coming around.
Today was promising.
We drove up to a place just north of port huron...
had lunch at taco bell.
we had dr. pepper. that was very considerate, and sweet.
we then went to look at a property.
i felt bad telling my dad i didn't see much in it, but i tried to see his vision.
he was in love.
we left and took a drive up the road... turned around and went back the other way...
stopping to look at cars and such for sale.
we were tired and sick of driving, so we stopped for ice cream.
completely my dad's idea. again. redeamed. it was a sweet act on his part.
on the way back... we're almost home. We just want to be home.
The strange country music is deafening me.
oh well. dad seems sad... he knows people didn't enjoy it like he did.
for that i feel really bad. i hope he enjoyed the trip anyway.
we're so close to home now.
there's a coney island. omg.
did i mention July is national hotdog month?
they're having a special.
48 cents a dog.
we MUST stop.
no one is hungry.
we pile in anyway.
i'm home now. i'm glad to be here.
yep. that's the story for now.