the car ride from hell...

We just got back from a whirlwind trip to Missouri. We left Friday late afternoon for my mom's house at Table Rock, went to Branson and Silver Dollar City on Saturday, and came home this morning. I hate boarding Fozzie, so he came with us and did surprisingly well...until the ride home. About 10 miles from the cabin, on some really hilly roads, Fozzie barfed at my feet. Great. So we pull over at the next gas station, get gas and clean up. About 30 minutes later, Tim yaks his entire cup of MILK from breakfast all over the back of my seat and all over his blanket and bear. Neat. Another pit stop to clean that up at which the bear got thrown in the trash. About an hour later, Fozzie, who was in the back seat at this point, throws up again all over Isaac's jacket on the floor of the backseat. Screw it! We didn't even pull over - full speed ahead! All was well until about 5 miles from home, I hear weeping in the backseat. I asked Tim what was wrong and he said, "I miss my bear!" So needless to say, Tim is getting a new bear for his birthday.

Then earlier tonight, Tim was in the bathroom for what was turning out to be a lengthy transaction. I peeked in to see if everything was OK. Tim was on the pot and Isaac had taken his basketball game that hangs on the doorknob into the bathroom and was shooting baskets, keeping Tim company. That's love...