Day two.

Devoted entirely to driving across Texas.

Sorry, Texans, but you know I-20, that road that goes straight through you all? It smells like death. And there aren't many stops. And I swear there are skeletons scattered around, the results of running out of gas or getting a flat in THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE. Couldn't call any rescue team because the cell signal is spotty at best.

But we're the lucky non-dead ones, if you consider lucky being stuck in a car with a five year old and a seven year old currently having a heated discussion about if the smell is from oil drilling or one of them passing gas.

In my ears, all I hear are the sweet sounds of Jason Mraz and oh snap one of them is crying. I have no earthly idea why, I just noticed in the break between songs.

It's the second day, the time change is messing with our heads, and none of us have had adequate sleep. Frankly we're all pissed at life in general but some of us have better self-control.

Aaaaaand one of them has a timeout now. Mkay, that's cool.

I think we're going to White Sands National Monument tomorrow. Now, my good little readers, did you ACTUALLY Google it? If you did, you'll know that it's absurdly beautiful. Ill probably post pictures in tomorrow's post, but for now I have to lip-Synch and dance to Geek in The Pink. It's kind of a rule about listening to that song, even if you're seated, and I fear that breaking that rule would be an invitation for fate to make my cell signal spottier. Cross my fingers I can even post this.

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