Thursday, March 27, 2008

Cheese for the Soul

My sister and I drove down to Raleigh, NC yesterday to visit my Dad's sister. I hadn't seen this aunt since my Mom's funeral in August 2001. With each passing Christmas card, the subtle guilt trips to come visit increased. I figured that the dog house I was in was getting smaller and smaller, so I knew I had to travel.

It took me two hours to get to my sister's house in Tidewater, Va. Three and a half hours to get to Raleigh. Three and a half hours to get back to Tidewater. And two more hours to get home. Fun stuff. I did spend the night at my sister's, which was fun. I am a relatively quiet person, but I talked my fool head off on that trip and was mostly hoarse when it was all said and done.

On my drive back to the metro D.C. area this morning, I was pooped. Pooped with an overwhelming desire to eat cheese. My thoughts were such as this.......Wow, look at that nutcase who just squeezed his car between mine and a tractor trailer....Boy I could use some cheese....Oh no, it's starting to sprinkle.....I wonder if anyone ever invented a fast food cheese restaurant.....Hope I don't fall asleep at the wheel....Hmmm...do truck stops sell cheese?

I made it home just fine and headed straight for the........leftover pot pie.

3 comments:

Blink said...

If this urge ever comes back...you might want to take a trip to Wisconsin whose citizens thought the state, "Forward" ought to be changed to, "Eat cheese or die." Funny post.

Blink said...

with correction:
If this urge ever comes back...you might want to take a trip to Wisconsin whose citizens thought the state motto, "Forward" ought to be changed to, "Eat cheese or die." Funny post.

Jackie said...

I'm thinking if you get tired of teaching you can start a drive through cheese franchise!