After the Sun Bowl, I drove my tents car from El Paso to Carlsbad Caverns in New Mexico across the Great Salt flats and through the Guadalupe mountains. Used up all my cellphone battery taking pictures, and blew out my tire just as I left the caverns.
That meant driving all the way back (about 160 Miles) in the dark, on a doughnut that could not exceed 50 mph.
To say that I was unpopular with my fellow eastbound travelers is an understatement. When 80-90 mph comes up on 50 mph through twisty two-lane roads, you can sense the hostility.
“I do not think that word means what you think it means.”
“I do not think that word means what you think it means.”
I need a job.
I did not follow my Midterm Elections ban. I am imposing a double time out on myself now before I get one from Jason.
Most of my infractions have been undeserved.
In other news, I had a Pop Tart this morning. First I've had in probably a year. Strawberry, obviously.
What I thought were strawberry Pop Tarts ended up being raspberry. I'm mildly disappointed.
Happy International Talk Like A Pirate Day, me mateys!
“I do not think that word means what you think it means.”