My default mental car trip is 18 hours with 4 kids in the car, so food is kind of a must.
Yeah, my parents would work around something like this by yelling and stopping for meals.
Here is your cup of coffee. Brewed from the finest Colombian lighter fluid.
Xander ,'Chosen'
Natter 46: The FIGHTIN' 46
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
§ ita § - Aug 17, 2006 12:54:43 pm PDT #3285 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
aurelia - Aug 17, 2006 12:57:27 pm PDT #3286 of 10001
All sorrows can be borne if you put them into a story. Tell me a story.
My mother once pulled over to spank me, my brother and the dog.
Jessica - Aug 17, 2006 12:58:36 pm PDT #3287 of 10001
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset
stopping for meals
HA. Not with my dad behind the wheel -- he worships fervently at the church of Making Good Time. It's a wonder we didn't all die in horrible car accidents before the age of ten.
Topic!Cindy - Aug 17, 2006 1:00:29 pm PDT #3288 of 10001
What is even happening?
My mother once pulled over to spank me, my brother and the dog.
Ha!
Sophia Brooks - Aug 17, 2006 1:00:35 pm PDT #3289 of 10001
Cats to become a rabbit should gather immediately now here
I am Cashmere WRT eating in the car.
Weirdly enough, the cat who attacked me was fine uncaged in the car. He liked to sleep on my lap. Yesterday I met a woman who had been attacked by jer kitten and I was all like "go to the doctor! Take your cat to the vet!"
I also had the weirdest thing happen to me today. I had let my car registration lapse because I am weird like that . Yesterday I went to the DMV to register and their computers were down. So I went this morning to another DMV and I couldn't register because I had a parking ticket. But instead of paying the parking ticket there I had to go to the parking violations bureau "somewhere on South Avenue". With visions of a million dollars in back fines in my head, I finally found the parking bureau, where I had to fill out a lot of forms, wait a lot, and find out that I owed $15.00. Which no one told me what was for. After I paid, I still had to wait, so I thought I was still going to have to pay fines, but they called me up and gave me a paper for the DMV. It was strange. So I went to still another DMV that was nearer to the parking bureau and I got to cut in line because I had a raincheck from the other DMV! The DMV was nice, but the parking violations bureau was, weirdly, a. in the parking garage for our convention center, b. completely unexplanitory in that I had no idea WHY I was paying $15, and c, populated with a weird cross section of 30 something artsy looking women lke me and twitching, oddly dressed drug addicts.
§ ita § - Aug 17, 2006 1:01:13 pm PDT #3290 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
My dad worships fervently at the Church of the Immaculate Vehicle. It's pretty impressive how high he's risen in its ranks--I think it was his Hajj of the Perfectly Aligned Headlights that put him above and beyond your average neat freak.
Kat - Aug 17, 2006 1:02:51 pm PDT #3291 of 10001
"I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret." Leigh Bardugo
It doesn't strike me as fascinating, but I guess that's what makes a horse race.
No. the fascinating part is that there are still more issues to find. One might say you're a mystery wrapped in an enigma. But I think it's more like you're a turducken but with issues instead of meat.
§ ita § - Aug 17, 2006 1:03:40 pm PDT #3292 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
the fascinating part is that there are still more issues to find
I think it's weird to think that anyone knows all of anyone's issues.
bon bon - Aug 17, 2006 1:05:09 pm PDT #3293 of 10001
It's five thousand for kissing, ten thousand for snuggling... End of list.
a mystery wrapped in an enigma
smothered in secret sauce
ChiKat - Aug 17, 2006 1:06:01 pm PDT #3294 of 10001
That man was going to shank me. Over an omelette. Two eggs and a slice of government cheese. Is that what my life is worth?
My mother once pulled over to spank me, my brother and the dog.
My mom used to keep a plastic flyswatter next to her. She could thwap our thighs from the front seat without ever turning her head.
We used to take serious car trips when I was a kid. Denver to Florida every summer. Days on the road with my parents and 5 kids.