The scene that would not be

( ARGH!, she bitched. )

Road Trip o' Doom

In an hour or two I leave for Arkansas, to visit my mother-in-law. It's an eight hour drive, which shall take us through the Ozarks and other such scary places in the dead hours of the night. (I've lived in the Ozarks--I know the scary of which I speak.)

If I don't blog again in three days, please contact the authorities.