Okay, it's almost midnight. Everything is packed but not in the van. Bob is ---------sick---I think this trip is a fantasy--it's never really going to start. he still hasn't packed his clothes.
Tomorrow morning--we'll pack the van, get ice and gas and then take off--it might be late in the day, but even if we have to camp in Flagstaff, we are L-E-A-V-I-N-G and Kim and Kayla are moving in to housesit/dogsit!!
This is ridiculous.
Ham everywhere, even in Bob's dreams, when he dreamt of a epileptic pig that he was trying to save
A shop window in Madrid
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