Cross Your Fingers...We're Roadtrippin'

Building memories.

That's what my husband calls our road trips, especially the never-ending ones to Florida that seem to go on and on and on. Remember the last one I told you about? I got hit in the back of the head with a banana peel from one of my boys. The other asked for a snack, and when I handed him a Pop-Tart, he said, 'Did you bring the toaster?'

And we insanely decided to do it again.

The boys packed their own backpacks of things to keep them entertained, (I should probably make sure they didn't bring those plastic swords I am always confiscating), and hopefully they won't argue too much. No, Greg never got the 'limo divider' between the seats installed as he once suggested.

Now, if I could just get their bladders in sync, life would be good.

Wish us luck.