So, yesterday, after callbacks, my family left for Minnesota for my uncle's impending funeral. Well, early this morning, 1:54 AM Central time, Barry Hendrickson met his Maker, face to face. We all pray it was in love, not fear.
Today was particularly boring - ten hours of driving through Montana. I figured I'd entertain you with some of the memorable excerpts of the countless conversations.
Mpm: "Look at that! They're vertical rainbow clouds! Pretty! Hey, are you guys seeing that? Hmph. You have no appreciation of beauty. Look at those vertical clouds!"
Me: "This is the most exciting thing to happen to me today! We've finally reached North Dakota!"
Me: "Montana is bigger on the inside."
Me: "Wow, that looks kind of like the Grand Canyon, only with more bumps and less canyon!"
Mom: "Aww, it was prettier back there..."
Me: "You mean back at the Grand Not Canyon?"
Mom: "There's not many animals. I guess it's bring your own wildlife. Oh wait. We are the wildlife."
Mom: "My lip is spasming!"
Dad: "It's because it's North Dakota."
Me: "It's like, you cross into North Dakota, and cars appear. It's like, North Dakota magic or something. Oh wait, cars all gone now."
And my favorite...
Me: "The point is that I'm not causing nearly enough mayhem and slaughter! This is clearly a problem!"
Also along the way, Dad and I got into a nice, deep conversation as to whether love is an emotion or a commitment - and we're still at odds. The funny thing is, our arguments were the same, but they had different focuses.
Also, I got into Much Ado About Nothing. Glee!
Well, I've got to go to bed. It's late here in Bismark.
Bismark. Isn't that an incredibly depressing name?