Really, I will tell you all about my trip. Eventually.
The most important thing is that in our 20-million-hour car ride home, Marvin and I played "I went to the store" and here are the ludicrous things we got.
(Did you ever play this in the car? You list something you got at the store that starts with "a," then the next person has to remember what you got that starts with "a" and says what they got that starts with "b," then it's your turn again and you have to remember the "a" thing and the "b" thing and pick something that starts with "c" and so forth until you want to kill yourself.)
I went to the store and I got:
Krups coffee maker
Quagmire (how is that even a thing you can get at the store?)
What we are? Mature. But if you had spent FORTY-SEVEN YEARS in the car in what was supposed to be a three hour tour or whatever, you'd play "I went to the store" too. And do you know we even got off ONE congested freeway and went on another, going 20 miles out of our way and adding an hour to the trip, and then THAT freeway was totally backed up.
What I needed at the store was a good shot of heroin. Was what I needed.
Anyway, here's one photo from our trip and then I have to go.
It's an ad for some anti-migraine med from, you know, 1702 or whenever. I'm sure it worked beautifully. Also? I have NEVER.BEEN.THIS.FAT. in my life. I'm sure that brie sandwich I had just finished before this photo was taken did a lot to help that sitceeashun.
How much do you like me for saying siteeashun?
Okay, going to work. I promise I will tell you all about my trip, and what more could you want than to hear about someone else's vacation?