Because it really is personal…

We’re planning this trip I’ve been rattling on about. We’re driving, in Carmina with the top down (when it’s not raining) from here to Amarillo, and back again via the Panhandle, Oklahoma and Kansas via Route 66 and it’s myriad novelties. The Long Way Home and all that.

Thing is, Sweet Daddio and I are about as spontaneous an a long-distance adoption. We are trying so very hard to not make hotel reservations, and it’s causing tremors and constipation. We are trying to figure out where to stop for the night, and then we remember thag being spontaneous involves stopping when you want to, not where you PLAN to. For instance, we might stop in El Dorado, Arkansas. Might, mind you, being all spontaneous and stuff, we don’t know for sure. Just in case, tho, SD asked me to look up hotels there. Not that we’d make a reservation or anything, just to, y’know…just in case we might stop there. To know our options.

Poor SD. He’s being teased for his inability to jump in blindfolded. This friend he has owns a motorcycle, and as such understands the concept of throwing a toothbrush in a saddlebag and disappearing for a couple of weeks. He has expressed amazement and disbelief at our plans, asking SD if he’s really ok with it, and SD says *twitch twitch shudder twitch* “of course I am, you don’t think I can, do you? *twitch*

We’re trying tho. really we are. We’re not sure which hotel in Texarkana we’re going to stay in, or if we’re going to go through Turkey to get a picture of the Bob Wills memorial. We’ll jsut decide that when the time comes.