I’m updating this here blog from my phone. Go ahead and roll your eyes because that is so January 2004. Whatever.
We stopped for the night in Springfield, Mo. right across the street from the STD Flea Market.
Yes, you read that right. I asked the front desk what that was all about and the poor guy was all “Folks just set up a booth and sell stuff from their house.”
Everyday, I asked?
Like, no big deal. I hear gonoria is on sale tomorrow. You just missed the Crabs Festival! However if you swing back through town in a week we’re hosting the annual “Is that a cold sore?” competition. (Hint: herpes wins, every time).
Aside from the literal flee market across the street this place has old-timey charm.
Think Disney’s Cars and we’re smack dab in the middle of a hotel that totally “got” that movie.
I’ve been awake since 3 am – have I not said that enough on twitter today?? I’m tired but so tired that I no longer no which dimension I’m living in.
Since landing for the night we’ve already dealt with blood, scrapes and one kid totally escaping and running away.
We fashioned a cork screw out of a … guess … screw and the weather is amazing.
I’m living a pun.