From Abishag to Zebedee

What do you do when you've gotten three hours of sleep and are on a car trip that is taking fourteen hours when it should only take nine?

Play fun games, of course!

Me to Evan, "Let's play 'come-up-with-weird-names-from-the-Bible-for-every-
letter-of-the-alphabet.' I'm starting with Abishag... go!"

Or play multiple rounds of "Who Am I?"

Or listen to CDs... lots of CDs.

Or put diapers on your head to amuse the six & two yr old in the backseat.

Or pray that the trucks passing you and causing slush on the windshield that blinds for seconds at a time will go away!

Or keep checking the speedometer and seeing that we're still going half the speed we should be going.

Or eat all kinds of junk food... and subsequently become sick from said junk food!

And lastly (and most importantly) - daydream of the look on your Dad's face when he walks in from work and sees that you're here to surprise him for his 60th birthday weekend!

The trip was a major success, and thankfully the roads were clear on the way home, and we made it in nine hours! (In time to go to bed very unhappily, due to the outcome of "the game" last night - angry eyes at Caldwell!)