Road Trip.

I'm in the car on the way to Nebraska for my Uncle Jake's funeral. (This is solely written so JS and Maureen who probably still have keys to my house and from time-to-time peak on here can go break into my house. And steal that dumb pyrex casserole dish)

It's my mom, my sister, my nephew, and me.

Let me just say this: I am about to go crazy. My mom is trying to teach tre to say "a couple" she has said " two is a couple" like twenty thousand times. She has blueberries in her hand. "how many do you want tre-- two is a couple."


I, fortunately, now have an air card-- so I can listen to streaming radio on my computer that is plugged into the cig lighter. It's all a modern day miracle. At least I think so.

I feel that I've become very intolerant. I just want everyone to be silent. Not just in this car at this very moment-- but also at the grocery store, gas station, and movie theater. NO IDLE CHATTER.

I am excited to see my extended family. The only reason for making this trip... because, I mean, obviously it wouldn't be in hopes of tre learning to say "a couple." Now would it.