So I was lazy this morning. I’m in vacation mode already. I walked my daughter outside and sat on the driveway in the sheltering shadows of the trees so I could watch her waiting for the bus. No one could see me. I was OKAY in my big t-shirt. Then I realized she hadn’t taken her picture money and she won’t be at school all next week so if she didn’t take her picture money today then it would be too late. So I got up and ran inside, got the picture money. I could hear the bus coming. No time for pants now! I ran out into the road and yelled at her to come get it.
Of course, at exactly that moment, the neighbors pulled out of their driveway and I was standing in the middle of the road with no pants. ::thunk::
I need serious therapy for my pants issues.
Okay, distract me from this humiliation. We are leaving in the morning for a supposedly six-hour drive (according to Mapquest for a straight drive with no stops) to the Outer Banks with two Australian Shepherds and three children. The last time I took a five-and-a-half hour trip with the 80-year-old man (my dad) it took eight hours.
How long will this trip take with two dogs and three children?
Six and a half?
Seven and a half?
Eight and a half?
One winner will be drawn from the correct answer and will get to pick an autographed book from my contemporary backlist! (Or you can just play for fun. If you want the book, be sure to say you want to be in the drawing.)
Since we’ll be travelling tomorrow, I’ll be back on Sunday with the answer!:mrgreen: