you mean…no one cares?

about how many mpg i got?  or my average cost per gallon?  harsh.

there it is, in all it’s glory.  a google map.  which i’m sure means nothing, but probably satisfies your need to revert to childhood via blog by looking at pictures.  aside: picture books were the bees knees, and i want them back.  oh yeah the map- please note the dark blue between minnesota and south dakota.  that’s when i left my wallet in that wal mart, realized it in south dakota, called that wal mart (had a receipt) and they said nothin in their lost and found, freaked out, called again and begged them to check the bathroom sink on the left side (um, yeah, i remember things *after* the fact), said they found it, i cried tears of joy and kicked myself and prayed for forgiveness from my inexorable stupidity.  no seriously, i cried.  over the phone.  and when i got to the wal mart 2 hours later, i hugged a nice lady by the name of Espe.  i’m sending her a thank you card.  also addressed to “woman who works in subway” because that’s who actually found it.  and then i drove another 2 hours just to get to where i started when i remembered.  and arrived in rapid city, south dakota far too late.

and then?  then, babies, i broke the key that would have opened the door to my cabin that night.  so i had to wake up (11pm, people) yet another nice lady, who came equipped with pliers.  she had every right to like, key my car, but didn’t.  just opened the door.  and i said thank you.  but i didn’t cry this time.

and that’s about the time during the road trip i decided to stop being a screw-up, and generally, things went a bit better.

ok look, i realized about yesterday that chronicling this road trip is gonna take several posts.  there are too many pictures and too many little asides and stories for it to all fit in one post.  so please bear with me.  i promise i don’t plan on ever publishing a book on this because that would be stupid and crazy and 99% of bloggers have no business doing such things.  but my blog entries might be tedious and long, like a required reading book, but suck it up because you’re reading it anyway!

the end.

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