tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31334392.post5176263297752243307..comments2023-06-27T06:10:59.459-05:00Comments on Blog to the Bone: B-Day and the trip beginsAmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03656235714427761274noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31334392.post-75622091129936572332007-07-24T21:25:00.000-05:002007-07-24T21:25:00.000-05:00your dad and my granddad would not have gotten alo...your dad and my granddad would not have gotten along.lauriehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18055442432266567561noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31334392.post-5421374815532881352007-07-24T16:57:00.000-05:002007-07-24T16:57:00.000-05:00I'm smiling, and I apologize. But I'm just picturi...I'm smiling, and I apologize. But I'm just picturing your tortured face, and "every crack in the road" is so well phrased.<BR/><BR/>I probably go in the opposite direction because my dad had to pee so often. We never went anywhere that he didn't have to pee. Sometimes he would just pull over to the side of the road and let fly. He kept a urinal in the car for those times he couldn't find a deserted road. He'd apologize, then fill the car with the smell of hot piss.Amyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03656235714427761274noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31334392.post-22244411948379966452007-07-24T15:56:00.000-05:002007-07-24T15:56:00.000-05:00it's hard for kids to hold pee. i remember agonizi...it's hard for kids to hold pee. i remember agonizing trips up the north shore as a child, stuck in the back of my great-aunt's lilac-colored cadillac, needing desperately to pee, while my grandfather (her brother) refused to stop because he was waiting for a gas station that gave out S&H Green Stamps.<BR/><BR/>the agony, the agony, the agony. every bump. every crack in the road....<BR/><BR/>i was smaller than your daughters. but i have empathy nonetheless...lauriehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18055442432266567561noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31334392.post-15196422499052069852007-07-24T14:27:00.000-05:002007-07-24T14:27:00.000-05:00Yup, The Pie Place up the shore in Grand Marais. W...Yup, The Pie Place up the shore in Grand Marais. We didn't go to Betty's Pies, but we went past it longingly. We did, in fact, go to the Ben Franklin on your recommendation. Kelsey was in a state of bliss. Kayleigh bought three airplanes.<BR/><BR/>Stopping to pee when there are four people, two of them children, isn't always easy. I know, I'm weird. But it's not that hard to hold your pee. If I can hold it all the way to New Zealand, surely we can hold it until we need gas.<BR/><BR/>Part of it is my competitive nature, always wanting to stay ahead of people. If someone passes me who I passed earlier, it irritates me. It's sick, really. That's why I tried to settle down about the whole thing.Amyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03656235714427761274noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31334392.post-65388687301974546162007-07-24T08:07:00.000-05:002007-07-24T08:07:00.000-05:00the pie place up the shore? did you go to betty's...the pie place up the shore? did you go to betty's pies, too? did you make it to the ben franklin in grand marais?<BR/><BR/>you gotta stop and pee. you just gotta. subway don't mind. they're billionares. they can afford the toilet paper.lauriehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18055442432266567561noreply@blogger.com