Are you a carsicker person? Because I tend to be. It actually depends on who's driving, but I'm not going to get into calling people out on their driving skilz, so we'll just say that SOME people make me totally and absurdly sick. And I actually think that I'm one of the people that make people sick, because I'm a self-professed bad driver. I just want to get where I'm going...and if I have to take a curve slightly too sharp, then so be it.
There's your PSA for the day. Don't ride with me. You're welcome.
And in keeping with the theme for the day, this post also is most assuredly going to give you the queaves and quakes in the tummiculur region. My sincerest apologies....but buck up, take a Dramamine, and hang on...
First curve in the road: Endure looking at my family's Easter pictures.
Now sharp right: Look at the eggs we dyed.
Slam on the brakes at a stoplight: Look at my kids showing off the eggs they found in the hunt.
While you're waiting at the stoplight: Ponder that the oldest kid looks less than thrilled to be alive that day, let alone about having his picture made.
Green means "Go." Foot on the gas: Look what I've been eating. But don't tell my bootcamp trainers. They're scary.
Big turn ahead. Brace yourself: Look what I've been reading.
Hang on. Going around curve on two wheels:
Listen to me tell you that that book is probably the funniest thing I have ever read. Ever. Ever ever ever. But only read it if you are okay with making fun of yourself. If you aren't....then pretend like I never said anything. (Go here to read Jon Acuff's blog...just as funny as the book!)
Screeching halt. Random vermin in the road. And our car doesn't look good dressed in vermin: Listen to me tell you who my top pick for American Idol is. Yep. It's Lee. I likey him very muchly.
Big dog-ear turn to the left: You mentioned a trainer? Yep. I'm in this crazy outdoor bootcamp that I joined during a momentary lapse in sanity. I now have my own Jillian and Bob. And I'm eating stuff that resembles horse food....because they told me to.
What? Wanting to throw yourself from this moving vehicle? I don't blame you. Go ahead jump. But if you do, you'd miss this:
That's right. Another look as the husband modeling the Savior of the World's hair.
That never gets old.
Ever.
That's all.