One For the Road

Tuesday, Shaughn flies into Boston on Virgin Airlines. An airline, he was told, that only had really hot flight attendants. I hope they're all men.

I just finished cleaning out my car. It's a task I have never enjoyed partly because it necessitates a certain amount of flexibility that is unpleasant. It's not that I need to feel sexy 100% of the time, but it would be nice to avoid tasks that made me feel like a jackass. Plus, since we've had such a chilly summer, I'm not used to the heat. I kept dripping sweat all over the place making it hard to vacuum up the dirt. Not to mention all those pine needles from the x-mas tree last december are still showing themselves to be a b*** to vacuum. Half of them didn't even budge even when I put the whole opening of the hose on them, making the shopvac sound like it was going explode (ps the shopvac looks like it came out of the land of oz). That's the last time I put a x-mas tree inside my car.

When we were little, I don't remember who had to clean out the van before we left for roadtrips. But I remember the van always feeling very clean when we left. I would stake out my little corner and line it with coloring books and crayons, picture books, and a whole lot of stuff that I would never use. I was usually next to Jen in the bench in the back. At night if we were still driving we'd lie next to each other and fall asleep (ok, once instead of nicely falling asleep I pushed Jen off the bench and had to sleep on top of the luggage in the back. With no seatbelt I might add). Nate and Jacob would recline their chairs and twist themselves in every which way. One time Jacob decided to sleep in the aisle on our way to the Black Hills. We had just stopped at a gas station and I was just getting cozy when all of a sudden something didn't feel right. I couldn't quite place the feeling, I just remembered it was bad. Then it hit me, I was going to throw up. We had just started to pull away from the gas station. I looked at the little slider window next to me. It could barely deal with my hand sticking out of it, much less my face. I started to lean down to try it anyway, but it was too awkward. I got up to tell Mom but I couldn't say anything--it was too late. I stood up, leaned over and threw up.
"Agh!" yelled Jacob.
"Huog*&ft" I replied.
Dad stopped the van and Jacob sat up looking at his vomit covered feet in horror. Jennifer yelled, "Ew gross Missy!" over and over while Nate sat looking out the window, mumbling. I sat down and cried, although, in truth, I felt much better.

I really hope neither Shaughn nor I puke in my car. Although then, maybe the tree needles would get really offended and leave.