We are in Virginia. I haven't posted for two days because I was dying. Who knew that Super 8 could encompass so many smells and experiences. I will have to share later (sneak peek: sewer geysers). Missouri is the worst state EVER and Kentucky is pretty. Indiana? What is there to say about Indiana? Everything you have ever heard about West Virginia is true. Virginia has some terrifying roads. Also, The lemon tree is 1/3 mostly dead. It might be my fault.
Fruit snacks = emesis, big trucks = nemesis. I had some road rage flare-ups; I thought we were past that.
But we are in Virginia now and I am going to sleep in a room where the average age is 27.5, not 14.32. Wow. 14.32. Basically I have been living the life of an angsty teen for the last three days. TRAPPED IN A SMALL JAPANESE CAR. A small Japanese car that might be leaking a vital fluid. I tasted it in a Catholic Church's parking lot and it resembled salty water. Any ideas?
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This post raised way more questions than it answered. And it made me laugh. I'm glad you made it!
Oh boy. This was really really funny. I'm excited to see you in December. Also, are you excited to get an older brother??
Salty fluid...well, I know it's not antifreeze. Antifreeze tastes sweet. And it's not oil or gasoline? Maybe brake fluid?
Maybe the car was sweating from traveling so many miles?
Boy, I hate traveling on the same roads as semi trucks.
By the way, did you ever really stop wanting to be teenager?
Glad you are here!! Can't wait to see all of you!
I'm glad to hear you guys made it. And a little bit I'm secretly glad to hear that your hotel experiences were what I thought they would be. But I guess that's pretty mean and sinister of me to say. Hopefully we'll hear from you guys on the magic robot phone again soon.
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