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.