The car is loaded up the night before in preparation for every teenage girl’s favorite thing…. the early start.
We wave good-bye to the house as the car pulls out
of the driveway…
First priority is the drive-thru for our morning’s allowance of caffeine and sugar.
Desperate times call for desperate measures… like borrowed sunglasses.
If you have any doubt as to my true feelings regarding eight lane expressway driving, check out the white-knuckle grip on the steering wheel.
Meanwhile everyone else engages in their favorite drive-time activities…
You gotchur studying,
and then there’s ‘ninnin!’
At the halfway point we take a little pitstop,
and stretch our legs.
Thankfully we have our own personal gentleman to take care of all those big heavy doors.
Hug-walking is our speciality.
So is goofing off.
A quick stop to purchase swimtrunks for a certain nameless someone who just remembered they forgot to pack theirs.
“OOOOhh…. look at the pretty house!”
“Mom, can we please hurry up?”
The bridge means we’re almost there.
“Mom, thanks for not being mad about me forgetting my swimtrunks.”
Grampa’s workshop means we’re really almost there…
It’s Nana’s house…