I took the first driving leg because I didn't want to do the pull through Atlanta. I don't like driving a normal vehicle through that city. The RMS Gigantic? No way, Jose. But I forgot about the construction work on I-75.
Now, if you have driven this stretch of the interstate you know what I am talking about: mile after mile of Bob's barricades with little to no evidence that any actual work is taking place. It's been that way for at least five years. But perhaps they have done something because the concrete pavement is now a bit, um.....hmmm....wavy? Perhaps it's just something about driving a vehicle large enough to have it's own zip code that augments the road feel. It felt like the Bob T and Jose were having some kind of vehicular smack down wherein Bob was pile driving Jose. It caused our heads to jut forward and back involuntarily like chickens with no rhythm, a bizarre dance at best. I dubbed it the "I-75 North of Cordele Jive." I'd do it again on video for you but I should see my chiropractor first.
When we parked and I got in the door I was headed straight for the panel to send out the slide outs when something (a lot of something) on the floor caught my eye. It was approximately 1/3 of our pantry. On the floor. All over the floor. Oatmeal. Corningware. Canola oil. Cans of soup. I think God was smiling on us in a huge way because the only thing that broke was the cap on the oil and even then it landed in one of the casserole dishes at a tilt so that only 1/4 cup spilled out. No dishes broke despite having fallen from a good six feet up. All we lost was the oatmeal and some molasses. Yes, the dishes are now in the bottom drawer. When I opened the lower drawer that holds our plates and bowls and French press pot I noticed a bottle of hot sauce had landed in there. The only way that could have happened was for the drawer to have opened to catch it then closed again on it's own, without breaking the coffee pot. !
We managed to clean that up and got out the door fast for dinner with friends at our favorite little ghetto-Mex joint. I'm trying to lay off my sauce, but after this one I felt like I earned my Dr. Pepper. It's why I'm still awake enough to type this post at 11:00 p.m. Dinner with Rob and Nancy is a terrific end to any day, but God was really good to us today.