I shouldn't complain about the long drive home, because as the kids play, and snack, and cry in the back, Jeff and I get lots of time to spend talking and laughing and getting rather ridiculous. Our long drives always leave a lot of fond memories of Jeff for me. One of the things that made me laugh was a truck that passed us. Sure a truck isn't funny, until your husband point out that it's carrying steer manure. And I know steer manure isn't funny, but then when he says "Do your realize what that means?- bull crap." That's right ladies and gentlemen, this truck is carrying a load of bull crap. A whole truck load of bull crap. I've heard tell of loads of bull crap, I've accused things of being bull crap, I've even handed out my share of figurative bull crap, but I never thought I'd actually see it.
And now you have, too.
(P.S. To see the beginning of the trip and follow it through to the end, go to the list of blog posts on the right side of the screen and click on the post titled "And we're back". Then read up from there.)