We made it home.
I thought Ryan would cry at the sight of it, and we both were nearly giddy at seeing our tiny brick home, our journey finally ended.
I thought that it’d be fitting to share some lessons I’ve learned from our travels:
1. Put a box of fudge-covered Oreos in the car with an exceptionally hormonal woman and don’t expect any to make it home.
2. No matter how hard Ryan tries to desensitize me, I will jump every time he runs over those rumble strips. Scares me every time!
3. 5 hour energy drinks work miracles for even the drowsiest of husbands.
4. Trying to talk to keep Ryan awake when he’s over tired doesn’t work. He barely hears me, lost in random analyzing and philosophical conundrums.
5. I apparently am lulled to sleep by riding in cars and apparently snore while napping. Lovely.
6. Cinnabons are rather unreliable places that always seem to be closed when one is craving their gooey, warm awesomeness.
7. I am not the best navigator in the world. Ryan can attest to this.
8. Almost every station in Kentucky is a country station. A fact I loved – but Ryan hated. Luckily, we both like oldies music, even if Ryan balks at me calling 80s music oldies. Ahhh…the ten year age gap strikes again.
9. Two tired, hungry, and grumpy people are not a good combo, but if you give them flatbread sandwiches and an acai berry smoothie, it covers a multitude of sins.
10. Ryan and I both have inner road rage issues. I’m just the vocal one about it and tell off the orange van that cut us off and then went below the speed limit. Grrrr….
11. Ryan is a saint for putting up with my emotional self this trip. He deserves a gold star or something.
Well, I hope you all have a good night! I’m exhausted.