Downhill Road Trip

The Juju Woman has business this week in Orlando. She’s presenting at a national conference…not that it matters…bini is bini. We’ll be there for five or six days. She has so much shit much visual stuff to take we decided to drive. Flying these days is a pain in the ass, especially with baggage. So, I’m going to saddle up the Juju Ride, and do twelve hours inbound, and twelve hours home. Might be a little less, depends on the flow, and how many times you have to pee. Whatever, it’s a fairly nice road tripping car. I’ve got books and music for the CD. I’ve got a GPS. I’ve got a cooler stocked with good food and liquids. Knives and a cutting board. Hell, we can make “moving catdaddy lunches.” We don’t do fast food. The Juju Woman can turn the front of the car into a fucking checkered red tablecloth mom and pop restaurant. She knows how to do a road trip. Going with the flow, and eating lunch is pretty cool.

I have been to Disney World and Universal a million times (I lived in St. Augustine for years), but I have not seen the Harry Potter or Jurassic Park or Green Eggs and Ham stuff. Gonna rectify that. Also gonna meet up with BreakLeft and Sunk New Dawn. It will be a good trip. The only problem is I have to put Stretch in prison for several days, but the DVM’s will probably take him home with them at night. They’re both girls, and have been know to do it before. I’m telling you…Stretch has a way with the Ladies.

I’ve put some rubbish in the hopper, by date, so check back if you like. No big deal.

Cool Runnings!!