Road Trip, a.k.a Chaos in a Box
The floor is littered with apple cores, road maps, and someone’s discarded socks. The smell of cattle overtakes me from time to time. And after the third hour, my butt begins to ache.
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The floor is littered with apple cores, road maps, and someone’s discarded socks. The smell of cattle overtakes me from time to time. And after the third hour, my butt begins to ache.
As appealing as a weekend away may seem to a harried stay-at-home columnist mom, Starshine finds that a solo trip can be just as taxing.