The phrase “driving holiday” seems to be mocking me right about now.   That’s because I’m about to take off on a 12 hour trip to Maine with three deranged children and a gassy dog.  Want to trade places?   Problem is, I’d call trade-backs once we you got there, but even the video screens we bought to anesthetize the kids for this trip, which we are dumb enough to make every year, work against us.  Kids who want to see the end of a movie never sleep.  Well, happy trails–another mocking phrase.

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