The road trip.

Ahhh the road trip. It’s a time when the four of us have hours to reminisce and casually observe the world around us. We hadn’t left the driveway and Peter had already sent my Ipad into a tale-spin of lewd sounds. Fart sounds to the left of me, fart sounds to the right. Can someone out there tell why there is a fart app and why I have it on my Ipad? The tank is filled up and while we're only away for one night, the road trip may arguably be more important than the destination. Traffic ahead slows us down, but no worries. Chris looks to the left and sees a perfectly coiffed blond sun-glassed wearing babe driving a sparkly clean white BMW 325I. He hands his wedding band to me and says, “duck”. I laugh realizing how he must feel stuck in here with a wife of almost 15 years, a head-phone wearing preteen and a 9 year old boy obsessed with fart sounds. You can almost see the trail of dog hair coming from the well worn Subaru moving along in sharp contrast with the perfect specimen along side us. We are a motley crew. Dj Jazzy Kate is controlling the tunes now, sometimes leading the chorus to this summer’s “it” songs. “Bust a move” comes on and I realize that all I want for my 40th birthday is for my dear husband to serenade this song to me with Kate singing back-up vocals. We enter Rhode Island, and thanks to new gps technology, Chris informs us that we have only 22 minutes left of this little road trip. I feel relieved because now I can give Peter an exact answer to his perennial question, “How much longer”? It would be a miracle if we could ever go on a trip without Peter asking this question.  We are lucky to have these little jaunts away from the norm, despite the three ring circus going on in my Subaru. I have no complaints except for the David Lee Roth song, “Jump” over synthesizing the radio waves. Pete wails, “This is torture, I’m car sick, hungry and I’m listening to stupid songs”. Yes, it is a great summer so far.  As I may have said a few times before...enjoy the journey.