Then coming home, I so damn-near hit the truck in front of me I about peed my trou. It was miserable. We were thisclose to needing abandon ship and to swim home.
But hey, the party was fun. Except for the people with colds, hacking their lungs out. :)
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Besides sharing the details about my hellacious journey with you folk, I also wanted to share something else. On the road (of doom) coming home, I passed a store. It was called "Sweet Feet." Below their billboard was a sign. And here I quote.
"Ice Cream Flavored Pedicures"
What. I mean, just, what. Not ice cream scented, but ice cream FLAVORED? Because, uhhh, someone's gonna snack on your toes? Lick those babies? Suck your sole? WTF.
"Honey, I just had the most fantastic pedicure. Come taste my toes!!"
Good grief.
I have a suggestion for Ben & Jerry's. If we have ice cream flavored pedicures, how about this?
NOM NOM NOM.
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Now then. If this blizzard would kindly stop, as we have to make a two-hour drive to Great Wolf Lodge tomorrow morning. D:





