Me, with increasing concern closing in on hysteria, “It’s in my pants…. It’s in my pants… IT is IN my pants…. IT’S IN MY PANTS!!!!”  Jack turned to look at me, wide-eyed.   In what is surely TMI, I have on...

I jammed on the breaks.  The needle drops from 75 mph down to 45 in a very short space of highway. Everything from the back of the RV moved forward.  Scott calmly took off his headphones, looking at me.  Him,...

I should have given you a heads up…. we were heading into a long weekend of family time so I knew we’d be MIA on the blog for a little bit.  I'm sorry I forgot to mention it.  Several folks...