Sunday, January 23, 2011

A Sunday Drive With The Fossils

Today, the family had to attend a wake and I decided to drive with the Fossils. When I go somewhere with them, my dad drives, I ride shotgun (I get car sick in the back seat) and my mom sits in the back seat. Let me give you a little glimpse into what I go through on these drives:

Big Guy: "Look, what's that a tree over there?" The car veers and swerves towards the tree and I feel a little of my lunch coming back up.

Mom: "Three O one!" She shouts gas prices from the back seat.

Big Guy: "I'm going to turn on the game and see what the score is." He turns the volume to about 100.

Mom: "Three O seven!"

Big Guy: "Look at that house. What color is that...white?" The car veers toward the white house. I feel my mouth fill with water.

Mom: "Three O nine!"

Meanwhile, the Big Guy has the heat on 72 (they keep their house at a toasty 60 degrees) and the windows are starting to fog up.

I'm shocked that I didn't get sick.

Mom: "Three fifteen!"
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4 comments:

  1. PaulaJanuary 23, 2011 at 5:13 PM

    That's just too stinkin' funny. You should be ashamed of yourself for calling them fossils.. even if it does make me laugh.

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  2. Ida MaeJanuary 23, 2011 at 5:49 PM

    you my dear, are hilarious..

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  3. kelly qJanuary 24, 2011 at 10:36 AM

    i LOVE the number tracking!

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  4. UnknownNovember 20, 2011 at 7:00 PM

    Reminds me of my dear daddy fossil, rest his soul. He would have liked your mom. HILARIOUS STUFF.

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