Ruh-Roh

We’re on the second day of our 3 day drive to Florida. We didn’t make it as far as we planned yesterday, a late start and a carsick boy saw to that. After spending an hour at a rest area in Pennsylvannia we were able to get back on the road. So between that and the frequent stops we made it to West Virginia. Finding a hotel was a lot harder than we anticipated.  As soon as we pulled in the lot of the first hotel I said “I am not staying here!” There were about 20 mini-vans and SUVs all decorated with things like “We are the Champs!” etc., and there were a bunch of boys running around. It only took me 2 seconds to size that up…lots of excited Little League boys racing around the hotel and taking over the pool……ummmm..no thanks. The next 2 places didn’t have what we needed. Then the next place was also an immediate NO. The grills and plants outside some of the doors suggested that quite a few of the residents were basically living there. We did manage to find a place and after all the troubles finding a room, nobody was complaining about the lack of a pool.

So last night when my husband proclaimed he wanted to get back on the road by 6am he wasn’t too happy at our lack of enthusiasm. Really? 6am dude? This morning the kids were still asleep at 8 and we’re hoping to get out of here by 9. We’ll see.

Here are a few things we all seem to agree on

The GPS would be more fun if it talked like Scooby Doo. You make a wrong turn and it says “Ruh-Roh” or a pirate, “Ahoy matey, heave to port!” or when a rest stop is needed “You scurvy dog! Time to swab the poopdeck.”

Krispy Kreme donuts are so good heated up in the microwave for 10 seconds!