Last night, we gave our attempt to go out to dinner 1250% of the effort it actually required. I used Google Maps to get directions from our little house to the restaurant, which kicked off a 50-minute, 25-mile odyssey through windy, snow-covered roads.
The directions said, effectively: Turn left, turn right, turn left, turn right, turn right.
The directions should have said: Turn right. Go 2 miles. Stop.
By the time we got there, my youngest was completely asleep. He slept through the whole meal in Maggie's arms. She said it reminded her of pregnancy... her arms, legs, and butt slowly went numb as dinner progressed. Happily, if you're ever in Warren, VT, make a beeline for Chez Henri. It's super good and fun.
(Side note. I just tried to wipe a stray period off my screen with my finger.)
We're heading home today. I'm looking forward to catching up on all my geek stuff, reading all the blogs I read, and chillin' in the homestead. My back is a little better. I was able to go from lying down to standing without that weird-ass twinging that makes me grab onto the nearest wall, spouse, or child.
When I start blogging from home, will my writing go back to normal? God, I hope so. Either way, I owe you all coffee.
Weren't we meeting at the diner? All of us?
Love to all. Even you, the plow guy who can hit 45mph in reverse.
2 comments:
Yes, we were meeting at the diner. I'm running about 2,000 miles late! Don't mind me. :-)
Have a safe trip home.
You gotta love it when you get directions that are 10 times harder then they need to be.
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