RV HAVING FUN YET? DAY FOUR
Poor Dave. He had to endure an RV filled with estrogen yesterday while he drove us around to thirteen stores. He's not singing "On the Road Again" this morning. Instead, I distinctly heard something that sounded like "Away from home, away from home
Cold and tired and all alone. Yes, I’m five hundred miles away from home." He may not survive the second day. I think he felt abandoned when Di and I crawled into the bed in the back to nap after our full day. Only we didn't nap. We giggled and talked like two high school girls talking about boys. Okay, we WERE talking about boys, er husbands. Be afraid, Jim and Dave. Be very afraid.

One thing we found out with Dave driving. The bench seats at the table are about as ccmfortable as stocks. With every turn he made, we were hanging on for dear life and grabbing at stuff to keep it from falling off the table. We clearly didn't learn our lesson that first day.

Five pounds of DeBrand truffles, ten gallons of coffee, and a mountain of whipped cream later, here we are at Thursday. We spent the night in Terre Haute last night so we'd be fresh to hit The Open Door this morning. Okay, Di and I are fresh. Dave might have tipped over into wilt. We're going to try to be kinder to him today. We might even let him have a Pepsi instead of bread and water.