That's right....Road Rage Rita is packing up her bathing suit and will be heading back to the sunny south. She decided that SNOW (defined as Sh*t No One Wants) is not going to be part of her vocabulary this year. Regular readers will remember RRR as my 86-year old aunt who acted as co-pilot and communications engineer on the first trip to Yuma. She is tasked with giving appropriate hand gestures to anyone who cuts us off or otherwise irritates the heck out of us when we're on the road. She's really good at that!
She was relieved to learn that another of her tasks has been rendered obsolete. On our last trip, she was required to hang out the window, holding onto the passenger side-mirror, while I drove down a 5-lane highway in Chicago at rush-hour. This time, the mirrors have been anchored so she's likely to get pretty bored, with nothing to do but count churches in the Bible Belt.
I predict that we'll be playing a lot of that f*&^(&* game. And we're still going to try to get up in a hot air balloon. I mean, you've gotta do something, right?
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