Yeah, I'm pretty sure I'm in hell. We have worked our asses off and were supposed to be home on Friday. It is now Saturday, we are in the middle of a blizzard and hope to be home tomorrow.
If you saw the truck we are driving, you would more than likely hear the theme song from "The Beverly Hillbillies".
We have now stayed at the same hotel four nights in a row and eaten at the same restaurant four nights in a row. The waitress said we are now family. The chef came out and talked to us and the owner said "so, I hear you are moving someone". I guess nothing much happens in Arlington, we're the big news.
The bed of our truck is full of stuff, (including our suitcases that due to the weather are in trash bags) and so is the back seat. There is just enough room for me. At this point, my hope is that something will knock me out and I'll wake up at home.
Mom, dad and I hope to be on the road by about 9:30. Hopefully they will have the road open and we are home tomorrow.
