Road Trip: Day 2 (last day)

Apparently this road trip blog is short-lived with a mere two days, because Mr. P and MK pushed through, reaching their destination after 2 days and 4 hours of straight driving (other than waiting out the Tornado for 7 hours).

Quick Recap of the last day:
A cop pulled me over in Texas for "speeding". I wasn't. I think he was bored and I seemed like the perfect excuse to pull an absurd dramatic U-Turn from one side of the freeway, into the ditch/median, and onto our side. He was. . . nice. . . I guess. Gave me a "warning" and wouldn't tell me how fast "he clocked me for". BS... But I gladly accepted the warning over a ticket. . . Not to mention (OK, I'm mentioning it), he basically said he found it silly I was moving to the west coast where everything is "twice as expensive", and he'd only give me a warning because I was about to "get raped by California anyway". WOW. Thank you, officer.

Our TomTom GPS's name is Mandy. . . She turned out to be a real whore. When we stopped in Flagstaff, AZ for (more) coffee and fuel, we are almost certain she teamed up with Bonnie (one of the other voices available on GPS) and got drunk. Basically we spent 10 minutes (10 minutes too long) wandering around dark late-night back roads trying to find out freeway entrance because Mandy decided she only wanted to say "GO RIGHT" for the rest of the evening. . . We gave her a good fist shakin' scream, and she snapped back into action, sobered up, and soon we were back on our way.

I think they poisoned our "coffee" at one of the last stops, or maybe it was the Scarlet Fever that I apparently somehow got, because we both blacked out around 300 miles from CA and then somehow ended up here, safe and sound (and warm) in good ol' Santa Bizzle. God I've missed this place... So happy to be home in CA, although my better 1/2 (whiskey) is greatly missed.

Pictures to come once I collect myself, take a nap, and get a proper internet connection, vs. this stolen one.