Driving all Night

So – here we go again . . .

I’m on the verge of something that I haven’t done in awhile. Something that I haven’t particularly enjoyed doing – uhm – maybe ever . . . but something that tends to result in good times for all.

Tonight when I get home from work, I’m aiming my car towards the dirty dirty south with the hope being that I will roll into Atlanta at some point tomorrow.

The route that I am taking says that it only takes 13 hours and 59 minutes. I think it is fibbing.

Keep those fingers and toes crossed.

  1. bumpercar
    bumpercar says:

    Oh no – don’t you get it twisted.

    “Us guys” didn’t drive – just little old me.

    The other one on this here team flew with the birds – up in the sky – and drank a soda.

    Those are the perks of . . . bleh – bleh – bleh.

    Three times awesome swell great to see you too!

  2. owlet
    owlet says:

    Hay! I will not have my good name impugned. Owlet’s have feathers so it’s only natural that they fly. Cars have wheels and motor on the ground. That’s just how it is.

    Mary, it was awesome to see you, too! Is your little bird still unhatched?!

  3. bumpercar
    bumpercar says:

    Alright you little bird . . .

    First off – “Hay” is for horses . . . “Hey” is for grammatically incorrect sentences.

    Second off – “unhatched?!”

    You are bananas.