I know it sounds a bit wimpy, but I was nervous about making this trip by myself. I like having Mark along to secure canoes and take the blame if it flies off the top of my van in the middle of the freeway.
But, when it came right down to it, gosh darnit, we wanted that canoe and there was only one way to get it there. By silver minivan.
So we convinced Ty to use his "attention to detail" skills (otherwise known as OCD) (little jokie!) to properly secure it....after I loaded everything in the back, of course.
And we were off!
Except we weren't. Because Megan got pneumonia. Lucky for her she has an uncle who is a doctor and could break it gently to her "let's see what happens" mother that she needed some antibiotics.
And THEN we were off!
And we did just exactly what all of you do:
We jump for joy on the hotel beds. Because we are so slap-happy thrilled to be out of that car.
We eat at Wendy's so that we can pretend that we are getting the "healthy baked potato" (with nacho cheese and sour cream).
We come to our senses and go for the chicken nuggets and fries at the next stop.
It makes us happier.
And somehow we survive and we make it home and back to our own beds and we are so happy, but at the same time sad to leave all of our family back in Utah. And we begin our nightly prayer campaign to make Heavenly Father see how important it is for everyone to move to Kansas.
We're positive it is going to work.
We're willing to fast....all the way to dinner.
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