The Battle of Idaho
Prior to our trip, my mother, ever-the-wise, offered up this question:
“What if you break up from all of the stress of being on the road together for more than six weeks?”
This of course annoyed me because she’s my mother and she’s never right. Except that she’s always right. Every. Single. Time.
Friends warned that the road would get to us, cause us to bicker, make us cranky, even lead us to (gasp!) question our future commitment.
But, ever convinced that our way was the right way, Chris and I duly ignored all of the naysayers. As we drove off into the sunrise on May 29, 2009, I uttered the following soon-to-become historic words: “People are nuts. I don’t think we’ll have any fights on this trip :)”
Five days later, I have this to say about my pronouncement:
Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.
Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.
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