It’s like this. We will be leaving for our annual 12 hour trip to Ohio. I say 12 hours because Hubby will be driving. He stays in the right lane. He does the speed limit! He stops. Every. Freaking. Hour. Who ever heard of stopping to pee? When I was a kid, my dad would stuff us in the car and we made 2 stops. Lunch was ham and cheese sandwiches at a rest area in Kentucky and dinner was this cafeteria style place in Cartersville, Ga. Then, 22 magical hours later we were vacationing on Florida’s Atlantic Coast. Don’t make me pull this car over!