Car Ride in Hell...

.... for Dan anyway. For the holiday weekend, Kimi's Birthday and Memorial, me and Danielson decided to head down to St. George around 7:30 pm. He was feeling a bit queezy so we stopped in Scipio at the Flying J. Long story short, a bit queezy turned into VIOLENTLY ill and we were there for a hour and a half. He felt like he'd been to hell and back and was in intense pain by the time we made it to our home at 2:00 am. I have never been so glad to get out of the car and see my mother's face.

So, in conclusion, Dan: I'm really glad you don't have the swine flu or food poisoning (two of the options we discussed in the car) and survived yet another near death experience. Some one really wants you to stay down here. I mean seriously, what's the count now? 89?

Sidenote: I had to go in the men's bathroom 4 times in Scipio.... while there was a line of men waiting to use urinals. Yup. Between my presence and Dan's scary sick noises, we even scared a little kid out of there. Seriously, he had go find his mom and she took him into the women's bathroom. Poor kid.