I am so glad the month of March is almost over. I don’t usually wish time away, but this month has worn me out. Tomorrow my family and I will take off for the last of four trips for this month.
With all this traveling, one thing I have had is time to think. And it is amazing the thoughts one can have when you have time to think. Sadly, none of my thoughts were earth-shakingly brilliant.
1. My husband was right about the seats in my car. They make your butt hurt.
2. There is no way that I will admit that to him. Ever.
3. As many times as I have traveled I-70 across Missouri, I should know exactly where all the good exits are located. I don’t, so I scan the “Food” road signs at each exit wondering all the while whether that would be the last exit that has decent food.
4. I should start a travel blog. If it is anything like my thoughts after I started Random Thoughts Friday, all my traveling will come to an abrupt end.
has changed. Now Darrell Lea’s Soft Eating Liquorice is my traveling companion. It is smooth, chewy and down right delicious. Yummmm-O!
6. When you travel, most people will assume that it is for fun. Only one of the four trips I have taken this month was for fun.
7. My #1 rule when packing: you can always buy what you forget.
8. There is no way out of getting fat when in a car most of the month.
9. Absence must make the heart grow fonder. #9 and his wife, #8 and her husband and I were eating supper at Whiskey Creek the night before I left to drive back to Tennessee. As we left the table, I decided to surprise #9 with a hug once we were outside the restaurant. I didn’t even get a chance to get outside! #9 walked up to me while we were leaving, put his arm around me, gave me a squeeze and told me that he was glad we got together and to have a safe trip home. I was stunned. That may have been the only time he’s ever hugged me. That made my trip.
10. Something big must be about to happen. My brothers are acting lovey dovey. #6 made a surprise visit this fall, and we spent the day at Graceland. We talked more in that 24 hours than we had in all my life. He not only gave me a big hug, but also took a picture with me – something he doesn’t normally do without coaxing. Then #9, who usually doesn’t care whether I’m in town, requests to have supper with me before I return to Tennessee, and he hugs me! Their actions might be normal for most brothers, but for mine, these behaviors are most certainly unusual and lovey dovey. All this attention has left me wondering if some great cataclysmic occurrence is imminent!
Have a happy weekend, and I’m always interested in hearing your thoughts.
So what have you been thinking?