I'm home again. I mean, I'm not home, I'm at my parent's house. Crap! Where is it I live again? I don't remember.
I tried to count how many times now I've driven between our old home and our new home, but I can't remember. You might ask the antelope outside of Shoshone - the ones that now recognize my van and wave as I drive by. (The deer and the antelope do indeed play here, I've seen it with my own eyes.)
You know, I've seen that stack of hay with the "alphalfa for sale" sign on it so many times, it's starting to sound like a pretty good deal. I'll have to jot down that number.
Also, I think I may have to name my next child "Waltman", after the rest stop I've gotten to know more than I care to think about. (You know they have free maps of Wyoming there? I have three now. I have to stop myself from taking them - it's hard to pass up something free!)
And my van has no lumbar support. My back hurts. Either that, or my kidneys are starting to give out because of all the Propel I've been drinking. (I was so excited about the new melon flavor, but it turns out it really doesn't taste like melon. You'd think in the 21st century they could reproduce the flavor of a melon!)
That's all I have to say.