Due to the holiday, and construction, and basically the universe’s joy in punishing me, it took something like 87.35 hours to make the 4.5-hour drive home from Gatlinburg today. At least, it seemed like it. Before getting wrapped up in all that, I thought these car socks would be appropriate for the ride home. Little did I know they’d end up an indicator of our great, molasses-slow trial on the Labor Day drive back
It’s okay, though, because despite what I can only assume was some sort of Star Trek: TNG tachyon pulse that dilated time for everyone leaving the Smoky Mountains, we made it home, safe and sound.
And I’m altogether too tired to add much more than that.
Puddintopia 