Sunday Ride

Hooded jacket to a whole new level.

I was having a great sleep this morning, when my husband came in the room with his infernal teeth-cleaning machine.
I immediately dove into a nightmare about a murdering dentist who killed people with his sonic toothbrush. He didn't stab them or anything; he just kept brushing and buzzing and making that awful drilling noise till they went insane and jumped from the window of his high-rise dental office. Those sonic cleaners should never be allowed outside the bathroom. Even then, it's better to run the water, flush the toilet and turn on the fan to mask that excruciating noise.

"You goig uh get uff and wry your wog?" He inquired with his mouth foaming.
"I don't feel like blogging today," I answered. "I have nothing to say." I turned over, and pulled the covers over my head, but the damage was done. He had irritated my brain just enough to ruin my sleep. I thought about last Sunday.

I shared a seat on a long car ride last Sunday with my grandson. He had a new jacket which oddly enough, had a hood that could be zipped all the way up. What a brilliant invention! As you can see, he is able to sit next to his grandmother for nearly two hours and remain unagitated. Furthermore, he cannot see that we are passing many fast food drive-thru's.  On this trip alone, his parents saved $20.37 on food and drink. I'm thinking of getting my husband some pajamas like that. It would solve the problem of the sonic toothbrush.

Curley fries can be fun.

My grand daughter, in the seat behind us, was in favor of stopping at Arby's to eat. For a moment I thought she was giving up greasy hamburgers, but it turns out that Arby's curly fries are more fun to play with that the rigid straight fries elsewhere. It's okay to write with your food; just don't play with it.

Long rides in the car are traditional for our family. After we discovered in the 1980's that we had 8 kids, we resolved to take lots of rides in the VW Bus. Not only was it easier to contain them in a box, we could take them out to a prairie or some salt flats and air them out.

Last Sunday on our two-hour ride, being the grandma in the back seat was weird, and brought back a lot of memories. I got bored, so I spent most of the trip kicking the back of the driver's seat. My son in law thought it was one of his kids, so he didn't complain. It felt good to get even.