I was in North Carolina this weekend, visiting my best friend Shmoopy and her two precious kids in their house by the beach near Camp LeJeune. Although the drive absolutely bites --unlike heading to NY from DC where you can, if you completely flout any sense of responsibility towards your fellow drivers, the accepted laws and norms of about five states, and the worth of your own small life, get there in waaaay under the 4.5 hours everyone says it takes, this drive was loonng. Like nearly 6 hours long. And I didn't bring my ipod charger into the car, but I did bring CDs. Oh, I forgot to finish that long sentence - although the drive was murder, it was completely worth it to see these two scamps and catch up with my friend, who is doing a phenomenal job of raising them and keeping it all together while her husband is in Iraq. Photos to come, but damn, I'm tired.
...the little monkey, burying my feet, and...
When we were driving home from the sitter's after dinner, she climbed into my lap and I stretched the seatbelt across her and I pointed out the moon nestled in some clouds and told her the moon was getting ready for bed and he was waiting for sophie to get home before he went to bed and when she went to sleep he would know it was okay to go to sleep too and she recited Good Night, Moon while our big car rolled by barns and trees.
