Spur of the moment

Goodness gracious great balls of ... driving. Dear lord if my buns and I never sit in a car again, it'll be too soon. This weekend we spent 30 hours in the car to spend a little less than 48 hours with my family in Tennessee. That's a whole lot of love, my friends.

Grahm texted me on Thursday afternoon and asked if I wanted to drive to Nashville to see my family for Memorial Day weekend. Being the fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pants kind of lady that I am, I instantly agreed to this spur-of-the-moment road trip. Grahm is usually the more "let's think about this" or "I need to weigh out all the options" one in our relationship... which is perfect since I make decisions like Michael Phelps swims (really fast). (Obviously, some decisions require more thought. I don't recommend marrying someone after knowing them for a week, or buying a house on a whim... unless he's super good-looking and the house is just too adorable to turn down).

Sometimes you just gotta get your fancy buns off the couch and make a decision. Good or bad. Life's too short to weigh all your options. Live and let live, people.

Friday after work, we set out from San Antonio (aka Mexico) to Nashville. Look how happy our naive little selves were. Little did we know, driving through the night is rough. Grahm is loads of fun though, so road trips are always a blast. We sang at the top of our little lungs and ate more gas station food than I care to confess.

We surprised my parents and my baby brother. Man oh man, do I love surprising people... especially when I'm the surprise. Talk about a good gift. We also got to see my cousin's baby girl, Olive Harper. Love that new baby smell! I considered stealing her, but with her dark head of hair everyone would know she isn't mine. Rats.

Our fake family picture. Grahm has the whole "creepy dad" thing down.

"Uhhh, what do I do again?"

It was a wonderful trip, and we are so glad we went. Next time, however, we will most definitely be flying.