No one asked; no one wants to know.
Later, we put him in the truck and told him not to leave the vehicle.
This is where he spent most of Saturday night. Including a trip down the highway.
At one point enroute, he did look up, and his expression seemed to ask, Who am I?
The next morning, I force a Bad Girl Power Drink down him.
By the time we get to the airport, he looks as if he were rode hard and put away wet.
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Yeah, it really looks like I'm missing out on a whole lot... *rolls eyes*
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Most notably the Porcelin God!
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Buick!
Ford!
Honda!
Cadi-yack!
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One of my favorite parts was the ride home with Mr Mom and Chuckster in the backseat trying to help me convince MR to take us to IHOP. MR was most incompliant!
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Thanks for almost driving me home.
Thanks Jess for driving me home the second time.
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Of course.
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