RV HAVING FUN YET?
DAY THREE

You think you know a person.

This is the third day of our trek. We've met wonderful people, eaten chocolate mocha truffles--it's a new diet, thanks for the idea, DeBrand's!--to the point where my body is looking a bit truffle-shaped, and this morning, I bought chocolate chip cookies for us.

Okay, here's where the "you think you know a person" part comes in. I give Colleen her cookie and evidently, she didn't realize I placed it before her. A few seconds later, she threatens to break my fingers if I don't give her one. And well, she does write about murder, so I don't want to encourage her, ya know? I shove the cookie under her face and we're good, but just so you know, if she looks the least bit hungry, I'm keeping my distance.

We're starting to bond with Gerde--oh, that's what we've dubbed our RV. She's doing a great job, though she is beginning to sag in places that scare me.

Our first stop is the Tree of Life bookstore in Marion. By the time we get there, the news reporter, photographer, sales staff and fans (okay, two--both Colleen's, doggone it) are waiting, faces pressed against the glass.

A flurry of activity hits once we enter the store. The photographer and two fans snap pictures. the reporter pumps us with questions (waving to Cathy!) and the manager fills us with espresso. We have an awesome time with everyone, then hurry on to our next stop, Gaither Family Resources.

Much to my disappointment, Gloria and Bill are not waiting when we show up. They're either straightening microphone wires or fighting off Mark Lowery. They have a beautiful store, we meet a couple of the sales staff and now we're on our way to Anderson Family Christian Bookstore.

I'll have to stop for now. I had three truffles for dinner last night (one for three food groups), one truffle for breakfast (to pick up the fourth food group), a chocolate chip cookie for dessert and an Americano so far today. I haven't felt this good since my last slumber party in, say, 1965.

Colleen's husband, Dave, is driving today. He's got the windows rolled down, hair blowin' in the wind, and singing at the top of his lungs, "On the Road Again." Willie Nelson would be proud--though the cows frolicking in the meadows are stopping to stare.

Until next time--keep on truckin'--er, uh, RV'in.

Gerde & The Girls (and Dave too!)