Texas, Day One
That was the temperature reading on our rented mini-van as we drove out of the airport on Friday. Dudes, that is some kinda brain-melting, soul-sucking, clothes-soaking hot.
I had forgotten.
So, do you want to hear something really strange? Our rental van has New York license plates. Seriously.
Also, before we reached our friends' lake house where we are spending the first part of our vacation, we stopped at a Wal-Mart to buy necessities. My husband, because he looks so young (not that I'm bitter), got carded buying beer. The cashier looked at his New York license and said, "New York, huh? I'm from Long Island."
We are in the middle of nowhere and the first person we meet is from Long Island?
And you wanna know what else?
The people here drive really slow.
I'm just sayin'.
(Okay, so I know that should be "Slow-LY" to be adverbially accurate but it's funnier the way I wrote it. (To me, anyway.) But I do know better, Mom. Really.)