So here's the deal... in a totally perplexing, inappropriate, not-good-at-funerals kinda way, I laugh when I'm nervous.  The upside is that I also become very funny in strenuous situations... which often comes in handy.  I also laugh when something happens...

Not surprisingly, I may have made yet another mistake.  I usually take them in stride now, but this mistake bugs me a little bit.  It has to do with hair. Earlier today, Evie pulled me aside from all the excitement...

I've never been so excited.... so giddy... to hang out at a truck stop.  To the uninitiated (read: me), I thought they were "gross".  No more thought beyond "gross", just "gross".  All that nonsense stops today.  These places are fascinating....