Asked the sister-in-law to get a bag of ice for the cooler – she brought back a cup of ice.
Picked up more of those damn boiled peanuts at the same place we stopped before and my son decides he wants to take a 30 minute crap in the scary looking section of the building – it was behind those plastic meat locker curtains.
Half way through our journey my son gets car sick, takes some pepto, vomits in a CLEAR plastic bag, yes the puke was pink, and it reeked! He took it like a man, wiped his mouth clean, and wanted more boiled peanuts.
It was a fun trip overall. Looking forward to next year.


