Going Back in Time

We've had a bit of a time down here this week. Baby Sally got very sick and had to spend a night at the vet. Trauma ensued for all. Since we didn't do anything fun this week on account of that fact that all I did was freak out, I thought I'd back things up a bit and show you some photos of our journey from Vermont to NOLA.


This is the truck I drove to NOLA, it was also towing my car, because charmingly the mister's car was too heavy to tow. Of course, it would have been great if we could have driven the Prius and towed the Exploder, but alas, it was not to be. Instead, I drove this truck towing my car and the mister tried to keep up.

We pulled out of the driveway and got exactly as far as the parking lot at Essex Automotive. For those of you who don't know, that's about 1/10th of a mile from our house. Tim needed to "check" something, you know. While he dicked around I took this sweet picture of Baby Sally who jumped in the driver's seat the second I jumped out.

Oh wait, I took two pictures of her.

We were cruising right along in Troy, NY when Tim called me and said: "You're smokin'". I said: "I know honey, that's why you married me. Is there something I can do for you"? He told me that, in fact, our truck was smoking, doh! I pulled over and we called Penske who said they would have a mechanic out to us quickly. Quickly?!?! By quickly did they mean 3 hours later? Because that's how long it took for this to happen:

While the nice mechanics worked on our truck, the mister posed in his My Little Cupcake shirt with the sunset.

We stayed over in Wilks-Barre, PA and when we woke up it was bright and beautiful out and we walked the girls around the strangely gorgeous grounds of the hotel.

On the second day, we got to the good stuff. By the good stuff, I mean the truck stops with weird things. I don't know about the other ladies using the restroom at this truckstop, but I never got a first thank you, so I'm not sure who they were thanking again.

At the next bathroom I found myself in, I found this charming little duo. I mean, who decided the horny goat weed/treasure chest "health care" dispenser needed this charming print as a companion?

High on the list of things that were sad about leaving Vermont was the fact that it cost $116 to fill up the truck I was driving and I had to do it every 600ish miles. Yikes!!

High on the list of things that were happy about leaving Vermont was the fact that the mister could get the best damn barbecue at every truck stop we found.

When we hit Alabama, we got out of the truck and for the first time, it was H-O-T. Not, just hot, but beastly. I mean hot as hades. Hot like, well, things that are hot. This is what Sally looks like when it's hot:

Somehow, someway, on the third day, we made it to Louisiana.

In all my excitement at being at our new house, I pulled right into our driveway. This here is a photo of the mister trying to take the trailer off the truck by hand because there was no way to back it out of the driveway with it attached. Whoops! Needless to say, I was not super popular the first day in our new home.

And, I don't think the heat helped my cause.

I was able to make nice with the mister by putting some short ribs in his pie hole. I think it helped when he realized I had hired some guys to unload the truck and I would be at Target while the whole thing unfolded.

Here's our new, if temporary, home. Feel free to come on down to the Big Easy and check us out!