(I wrote this blog on Monday while we were driving and couldn't post until today when we finally got hooked up to the internet.)
We’re having a grand ‘ol time on our RV tour across America. Our little Rosebud is an excellent traveler--she’s been sleeping through most of the driving, but wakes up the second her Daddy or Grandpa puts Bertha the Whale Guppy in park (we named her that for obvious reasons). Right now Bertha is hauling us down Georgia Street in Amarillo TX. Wow, we just turned the corner and the bag of dirty clothes fell off the overhead bed and hit Nathan square on the head. Anyway, this city closes down on Mondays, so we got here a day late or maybe a day early, but there have been some amusing signs to take pictures of, and every once an awhile a group of people stop and point to our RV as we drive by, so I’m having fun imagining what they’ve got to say about it all.
My Mom and I decided to put on make-up this after we ran into a lady in the RV park who looked like she had a blast with her cosmetics this morning. “When in Texas…” We chatted with said woman for a bit before Mom brought up the fact that our little one is teething and that some people don’t believe in rubbing bourbon on teething baby gums. “Who doesn’t believe in that???!” Mom finked me out, pointing back at me. “Well I’ve rubbed a bit of whisky on all my kid’s gums…and my Mom rubbed it on our gums…” Great, making friends with the locals.