The Drive Over

My drive to California on Friday was long, arduous, abysmal, and fraught with one problem after another. It began with my leaving late, hitting traffic right away (and then subsequently hitting more in both Las Vegas and LA), being doused in cherry juice, inhaling all the smoke from the fires, and being generally pissy by the time I finally got to my dad's house. On the way there, I stopped by my friend Katrina's house to see her and her adorable daughter. Katrina's been one of my best friends since we were in Junior High (in fact, she can tell you in detail about every relationship I've ever had....and that list is LONG, my friend) and we talk all the time. It was great to see her and Em. I can't believe how big Em's getting! So cute.I made it to Kat's around 8ish and then got to my dad's by 9:30 or 10. After a delicious dinner of stroganoff and good company (with my dad, sister, and brother-in-law), I was more than ready to hit the sack. Stupid long drive.