The kids wanted a story in the van before they went to sleep. They had watched High School Musical and and now wanted a Daddy story. So I asked, Who wants a scary story (jokingly)? Well Christian and Grace screamed yeah!! and Elise screamed no, followed by Ian's "yeah daddy ... scarry story" - he really has now clue about what that even means. So I thought, this is perfect, stranded at some gas station, we have no idea where we are with 45 other cars full of strangers, not to mention all of the semi-trucks. It is the dead of night ... wow! I could scar them for the rest of their lives, they would scream until they all peed their pants. Wait ... that would stink and I really don't like scary at all any way ... ummm. How about 3 little pigs ... with a twist.The three pigs were named: Ipsy, Pipsy and Pipsy ... Ispy was the deep woods hillbilly sounding pig that tried the hay, lipsy had a severe st st st st studdddd studd st stammering problem and pipsy was the high brow pig with the simon cowel sounding accent who consequently also built his house with bricks. The big bad wolf was truely big and bad ... he also goes by Sam on facebook. Not to go into all the details, but the story ends with Pipsy having a sever pride problem and all but calling his brothers complete morons for building substandard housing and leting that Big bad wolf blow their houses down like that. When Sam comes to the door (AKA big bad wolf) and when Pipsy finds out it was his facebook buddy whom he wanted to meet and without thinking excitedly opens the door, he finds out that he just let the big bad wolf right in his house. Ipsy and Lipsy were playing card and Sam goes on to explain that he just wanted someone to play cards with and, since he has an anger problem, blew the houses down because he was offended that they wouldn't play with him. Anyway, that was the gist ... lots of fun and laughing ... even a couple of morals in there and we could talk about.
In the morning I went in and got some some "Dounettes". A bag of powder and a bag of chocolcate. The benefit of having a gas station as a hotel. So I come back to the van and Grace screams (followed by the rest of the clan). Awesome!! Daddy, can i have one. To which i said, of course sweety. She then said: "Daddy!! This is the best trip ever!! I am having so much fun" I thought wow ... you gotta be kidding me. I know that normally the nutritional content of Dounettes would prevent me from normally buying those, but best trip ever. haha. Snow every where, we are stranded and can't get back on the highway, it is cold, we are sleeping at a gas station, i was getting woken up every hour on the hour, taking Ian potty inside at 3 am, he then wanted to cuddle with daddy in the ever-so-huge-driver-side-area (he was cuddly and warm though) ... and this is fun. Yeah ... I guess it is fun, isn't it. Spending time with the family, daddy can't work, telling funny stories, eating dounettes, sharing memories that most other people won't have ... yeah this was a great time! Here are some more pics:
A beautiful morning. Snow outside and my beautiful wife. perfect.
You can see some of the caked ice on the road still.
one of the many cars still left.
a couple of semi trucks on the side of the road still.
This is great ... I was thinking "Wide Right Turn", but hey Wild Rigth Turn" works as well.
Still Happy!
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Loved the story and the pictures. Missing you guys lots!
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