Monday, August 24, 2009
PBing going 70 miles an hour down the highway
Yes, boys and girls, it was JUST as fun as imagined. More, actually. I mean, I've always been able to multi-task, but wow... puking into a bag to Jason Mraz while catapulting down the highway with the top down is Just. So. Fun.
I was on the road all day yesterday, driving nearly 600 miles from my folks' house, and because I barely stop to pee, I really don't take the time to eat anything of any sustenance. All I had was junk (a continuation of the week I had spent there), and at one point I decided to stop at Micky D's and get some chicken nuggets because the thought of trying to eat a burger kinda scared me.
When I got there a small fry also sounded good, so I got both and ate the fries in the car as I sat in the parking lot. I took to the road and started on those yummy, delicious, real meat pieces of chicken heaven (okay, I know, but they USED to seem that way once, right?). The next thing I realize is I'm feeling that tight pain that comes with a PB. Seriously? NOW?? Holy cow.
I clear out the bag my golden goodies came in and utilized it in a way that it was not meant. I don't mean that to state the obvious -- just think paper bag and wet. Yeah, I think you get the idea without me painting you a mental picture that you will NOT thank me for.
So... to save my cloth seats I start ripping stuff out of my cooler that's in the front floorboard, knowing that there was a plastic bag in there. Whew, and none too soon, either.
However, the PBing continued for a bit longer, and I'm sure if anybody looked over, they saw this fat chick in a convertible whizzing past with what looked like a feed bag plastered to her face. I'm only thankful beyond words that if it HAD to happen this way, it wasn't in the stop-and-go traffic I ran into 20 miles further up the road.
Posted by Beth at 2:22 PM