I left out one thing. I was afraid Char would read the blog and bail on road tripping with me. (Turns out she didn't read it until after the weekend.)
Earlier that week I asked her if she wanted to road trip and she asked where to, so I told her. She said sure. Perfect. Then she started getting nosey and wondering why we were going. I told her for a Craigslist buy (truth). She let it be. Later, she asked what I bought. I said nothing yet (truth at the time). Then a day or two before, she asks if we're getting something alive. How did she know?! Who told her!? I don't remember what I told her, but I didn't tell her it was alive. She then started referring to it as a creature. I laughed. I think I told her it was a surprise or something. She told me she thought maybe I was messing with her and it was actually furniture or something. And then she got in the car, where she noticed the dog kennel. The majority of the ride was her trying to figure out what kind of creature we were getting and how many. I told her she could be in charge of naming the creature, which I'm pretty sure I had her convinced it was a fire-breathing dragon.
We finally got to "the outskirts of hell" as she called it. It was perfect. They had all sorts of creatures everywhere, so she still wasn't sure what I got her into. Then they split us up and she was certain they were killing us.
We got out alive and I am now excited to introduce to you, Mr. and Mrs. Floyd and Francis Peabody!
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| Francis and Floyd, the Peabody's |
We drove the whole way home with the windows down because they stunk. Turns out it probably wasn't so much them as it was their poop that was all over my back seat...
Needless to say, Char's going to be a little bit more inquisitive before she says yes to another road trip.
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