|Oh my gosh, Becky, I look, like, fifteen years younger. Totally.|
|It's a chihuahua driving a truck. But I have no idea how he reaches the pedals.|
And a rant about how disappointing these turned out to be:
But then my sister, on the road home, cozily tucked into a caravan that included our parents, grandmother and her 10 year old son, texted me this:
I'm ready to be home.Which, no matter how happily and lovingly you tell me you get along with your family, eventually, after a certain number of miles and one too many Harry Belafonte CDs*, is just plain true. However, it did prompt this textversation. But, mostly because I'm weird. (At least that's what my nephew George says.)
Sister: We made it to Beaver. Stopping for the night.
Me: Hey! Didn't we stay in Beaver once on our way home from Colorado? We ate at that Denny's the next morning? Or was it the trip with Jon and Zorra?
Sister: I don't remember. I don't see a Denny's @ the exit we got off on. Exit 112.
Me: Dude! I remember that exit! It had a huge buffalo in a purple tutu revolving on a replica of a Victrola, right?
Sister: Ummm, no?
Me: Huh. Totally thought that was the exit. Maybe it was 114? 116?
Sister: Are u being serious?
Me: Obviously. Hey! Ask the people at the restaurant about the buffalo. It must be around there somewhere!
Sister: I'm not asking the people @ the restaurant. When we leave tmrrw i will look around. You're crazy.
Me: Mom would do it.
Sister: You just made me embarrass myself because I guffawed really loud.
Me: Ask about the buffalo. It'll totally cover that embarrassment up.
Then later that evening:
Sister: Mom asked about the purple buffalo & they gave her a very weird look & said you must be thinking of another town.
Me: Maybe it was Cedar City? Or St. George? Can you ask for me?
Sister: No way :), look it up on your "smart phone" :)
And, then for the next two days she refused to ask about the giant rainbow trout wearing roller skates in Jacob's Lake, or the giant lumberjack wearing a purple tutu in Flagstaff, or even take a picture of the pink javelina wearing a purple tutu in Sedona that I KNOW is there. Probably. Kinda. Ok, fine, theoretically, if were're being all technically mathematically scientific.
Then, hours before she made it home, and just after I texted her like twelve times in a row without a response then told her to quit texting me because I was in church, my phone lit up with this text:
Sister: We stopped in Cordes Junction for lunch. No, we did not see anything w/ a purple tutu.
Me: Are you preempting me?
Sister: Involuntary telepathy.
Touche' awesome sister. Touche'.
*This was a wild guess, based on many family road trips as a kid.