I’ve Got a Mustang, It’ll Do 80…

On the way home from North Carolina, as we were sitting in traffic in Knoxville for hours and hours and hours and hours because of this mess, my dad said,
“If you’re sure you’re not going to have a family of your own, you should really get a hard-topped convertible.” People, I had no idea a hard-topped convertible was an accoutrement of spinster. I always thought the “spin” in “spinster” was your spinning wheel, which you were relegated to working on all the time because you had no man’s income.

But apparently it has to do with the wheel of a fancy car, which I will be able to afford, I’m sure, right after I purchase Edmund Baxter’s old house.

So, my parents. They were fine. They wander around naked quiet a bit and fight pretty much constantly and only didn’t sit in the back of the van and make out while I drove because my mom was still kind of mad at my dad for reasons I forget.

But they mostly behaved and they let me stay at the motel while they went to my sister-in-law’s house, so that was nice.

And the drive home from Knoxville is pretty much all downhill, with trucks. And long.

Boy am I tired.

2 thoughts on “I’ve Got a Mustang, It’ll Do 80…

  1. We were also in that mess, which seemed to have little aftershocks all the way to the 75 south split, west of Knoxvegas. I was driving, or I would have been online bleating to all of Facebook that I hated everything and especially the people in the car in front of me, and, to a lesser degree, the folks in the car with me. You are a model of restraint.

  2. It was an amazing mess. The whole way back to Nashville, it was pretty much solid traffic for us on 40, like after a UT game, but without people speeding by at 90.

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