Hell

Friday, August 10th 2007

The fam and I are headed out for a long weekend at the beach. We’re going to visit my almost 90 year old cranky Nana who is probably already pacing by the window waiting for our arrival. (It takes 4 hours to get there.) She doesn’t believe in sassy children, internet access, eating anything that isn’t pre-frozen and thinks air conditioning is a luxury. In addition to all of that glory awaiting me, I have to drive over a very huge and extremely long bridge to get there…and back. Who is in control when your having a panic attack? Not me.

Pray for me or come rescue. I’ll be in need of both.

Until Thursday…Kimberly out.

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  • Just drive like your Nana would and you’ll be fine.

    Have fun and hang in there.


  • That bridge is very, very safe. I promise you.


  • BUT, you’re going to the beach!!! I’m going to the country club with all the prissy, skinny, mean, drunk mommies AND my mother-in-law and small children. SO, have a cocktail, put in your iPod earbuds and ignore Nana.

    Don’t forget the sunscreen – no premature wrinkles!


  • PRAYING! Oh hell and I praying.


  • No internet access? How will you survive?


  • momslo

    Take that bridge head on !!!! or maybe do a couple shots before you come to it! Have a great time at the beach.

    yes, I’m still lurking around my favorite blogs- gosh, I feel so dirty-guess I might have to start a new one…


  • I am not driving over any bridges for awhile. Good luck to you.


  • Breathe slow, breathe deep, relax your muscles and think of something pleasant (like rose petals or pink clouds or Johnny Depp).


  • Chrissy

    If you get this, we are going to be there too. Hit me on my cell if you get a chance.


  • oh! the family visit! I’ll pray for you.


  • Sometimes the generation gap seems almost too far to cross, doesn’t it?
    I hope your visit went well.
    Michelle



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