The Compton driving gene
by chuckofish
The view from my co-pilot seat
Daughter #2 and I arrived home yesterday from our fabulous wedding weekend and road-trip home from Richmond, Virginia where we dropped daughter #1 at the Amtrak station on Sunday.
And it is official: daughter #2 inherited the driving gene from her father. She drove the whole way home–1,000 miles through the mountains of West Virginia, Kentucky, Indiana, Illinois to our flyover town. Awesome.
More tomorrow about our escapades…
dual personalities 
I’m so glad you are home safe and sound! And I’d say you owe Susie a big Margarita and some Ted Drewes, not necessarily together. That’s a feat. 🙂
I know!! Margaritas and Ted Drewes are definitely on the agenda. We had a gin and tonic as soon as we arrived home…
WOW, SUSIE YOU ROCK!!
Yes, yes, indeed.
I want some treats, too!! 😦
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