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We just got back from a quick trip to Idaho Falls for the
wedding ceremony of my cousin's daughter.
I truly have to admit that as much as I enjoy traveling,
no matter the length of the trip, upon traveling home;
I become SCROOGE, with a Large, LARGE, CAPITAL
"S".
I think the reason for this is that I pack for a nice little
trip, then I have to come home, unpack the car, unpack
the suitcases, put everything away, do the laundry,
then it's back to the daily grind-stone. My dad was
like this too. About 100 miles from home, in any given
direction, we both turned into the beast from !@#$!
Why?
Who can say or speculate. It happens every single time.
And, it seems to be getting worse the older I get.
Fair Warning: It would be safe to say that if you travel
with me, beware of the last 100 miles of the trip (I even try
not to talk, because I know how I get. Then if I do talk,
well; who knows what may happen!) So, traveling with me?
Beware!! I am apologizing in advance.
Fhe.......
9 years ago
2 comments:
Gaylene, that's so funny. I think David has the same tendency on car trips...usually about 75-100 miles from home. How funny!
Hope your Sunday isn't too stressful so you can have a little time for relaxation.
You are hilarious! We were happy to see you guys though! Even though you had to "scrooge" on the way back home! Poor Keith and Gwen! HE HE
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