Oh my. I must have gone temporarily insane or something yesterday for a moment or two because apparently I called my mother and invited her on a road trip.
The last one we took there were bets taken to see what county we would get to before the fighting broke out. Hell we didn't even make it out of the driveway and she was begging me to take her home.
By the time we passed the rocking chairs lined in front of the Cracker Barrel we were eatin lunch at separate tables.
A smooth trip ahead? It ain't promisin.
