Do you remember how I drove for 13 hours all by myself? I do. It was not the funnest thing I ever did.
Do you remember how proud I was of myself? I do. Remember, it wasn't the most fun thing I ever did.
Well, I don't know if it was his competitive streak coming out, the fact that he really wanted to see Daisy, or that he wanted to sleep in his very own bed, but Brent drove for 13 hours in one day to get home. In one day.
I drove for a grand total of 60 minutes. Granted, it was coming into Pendleton, OR which is one of those horrible drop offs and I'm not used to driving Brent's tall truck so it was SUPER scary, but still. One hour.
But, we did get home safe and sound. It was great to have Saturday to relax and get back into life.
It was great to see everyone, but I am so glad to be home.
Next stop...Georgia! Woho! (And, we are sooooo not driving to Georgia. That would be like cruel and inhuman punishment.)
4 comments:
hee hee! I hadn't thought of it as a competition, but now that you mention it...
We drive it in one day every time we go to Utah or Idaho. I've always been thankful Tom likes to drive a lot!
You should really drive to Georgia...I'll send you a couple kids so you'll know how fun it is!!!
I'm sure it was Daisy that he missed!
Glad you're back safe and sound and you had a good time!!
You're funny Ashley! I'm glad you guys drove to Utah... it was great to see you!
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