The adventures of a man, a boy, and a rock...

Today was a long day of driving, and I made the rather humbling realization that on this trip I have the equivalent usefulness of a rock. I can't drive the rig. I really stink at navigation... I mean REALLY stink. I get carsick if I look anywhere other than straight ahead for more than a few seconds. And I fall asleep nearly the instant the wheels start moving. For all intents and purposes, John is making a very long cross country trek with a small boy and a rock. Unfortunately it's also a rock that needs to eat and have potty breaks. But the man is so hopelessly in love with me that he's not even upset about it. He just looks over at me from time to time, smiles, and says "isn't this fun?" Yes, it really is fun, but somehow I think I'm getting the nicer end of the bargain!

Sorry, no photos tonight. I'm having technical difficulties in that department. See, I told you... a rock!