Yet another gas stop. It seems like there are a lot more of these this trip… wonder why?
(Mom’s note: The little old lady is much much much much more vocal these days. Which means the moment she is mildly uncomfortable, has smudged glasses, thinks she might need to potty, doesn’t feel like going fast, doesn’t feel like going slow, is cold/hot/thirsty/hungry or just plain bored – she starts yelling about it. Loudly. Of course, since the goal here is for BOTH of us to have a good time, I try to pull over and figure out what she is unhappy about. We spend a LOT more time on the side of the road/at gas stations than we used to… )