Soooo, that road trip I was expounding on in the last post? The one wherein my daughter and I were going to put the top down and hit the open road, you know, metaphorically speaking since I don't own a convertible? Yes, well, in my mind that played out like:
Gas up, grab snacks, cruise the Starbucks drive-through, snap a quick selfie, enjoy the beautiful majesty of the scenery that one can only find in Colorado, entertain one another with witty stories, dial in a good music station, let the cool mountain breeze blow in through the sunroof (because, sunroof, I got), and, bond in a way that only a mother and daughter can before arriving at our destination, relaxed and ready to take on the world...well, I got it mostly right...
WHOMP, WHOMP...insert sad trombone music, here.
Have you ever had a dream where, you're trying, desperately, to get somewhere and you are running and running but you just can't make any forward motion? Yeah, that was my day yesterday; I'll have to tell you allll about it, sometime.
Queen B assures me that, someday, we will look back on this and we will laugh and laugh. Today, however, is not that day.