Please see Monday’s post for a disclaimer.
And now, for some highlights of this most recent leg of my journey:
- I left Moira’s house in the wee hours of the morning
- Along the way, the craziest thing happened!
- California had the hugest earthquake and broke off the United States!
- … You probably heard it on the news, unless Bill Clinton said a racial epithet or they found that guy that killed that chick marine.
- Anyway, the rift occurred just behind me as I passed into the California border and the car behind me fell into the ocean!
- (Yes, for some reason, when the desert splits, rather than the miles of rock underneath being visible, the Pacific just swooped in to fill the gap.)
- You probably knew that I was an olympic medalist, coast guard, life guard a few years ago, so I knew just what to do!
- I called 911.
- By the time they arrived, all of the people in the car had died cruel, cruel deaths.
- I felt bad, but there was nothing I could do.
- I kept driving and arrived in Los Angeles in time for supper.
- We had Chilaquiles.
- It’s a Mexican dish that tastes yummy.
- Then I slept like a rock.
- I thought I’d have PTSD, but I mostly felt seasick.
- … I wonder if any of the people in the car behind me were cute chicks my age.
Mmmm, chilaquiles. I’m hungry. How are you going to live without all the Mexican food? Seattle is not so much for that. I love Tucson.