Might it be pee?

mine was averted… I was supposed to be in New Orleans when that bitch Katrina flew in… i was PISSED that the airline canceled my flight… little did I know…..

I also was supposed to fly from San Francisco to Chicago on 9/11/01…

I guess I do have a guardian angel after all…

My worst vacation ever:

Dan and I are driving from Northern California to Southern California. This is about an 8-10 hour drive, depending on where you go. I think our trip fell somewhere in between, 9 hours.

On the 5th hour, my car breaks down. The head gasket is blown. This is a thousands of dollars repair job. We passed the last town about 5 miles back. The next town is about 10 miles forward. I call AAA on my cell phone, and the reception keeps cutting out. (It was back in the time of 5 lb cell phones, but I was happy to have it.) I think I hear them say they will send someone out.

We have no water, it is 105 degrees out, and after waiting two hours, the tow truck finally arrives. He takes the car back to his shop, and the mechanic looks at it and says, “Looks like you blew your engine.” So, he takes us to a hotel. It looks like we will be missing my cousin’s wedding and Disneyland prepaid tickets. Then we call the rental agency in town. The ONLY rental agency in town. “I’m sorry. I don’t have cars right now. You’re just SOL.” is pretty much what he told us. Great, all we want to do is take the car round trip, go home, get our other car, and get to S. Calif for Disneyland, because we pretty much knew we would be missing the wedding.

Call the 800 number. “Oh, yea. You can have a car. My authority over rides town guys authority,” the nice lady says. Things are starting to look up.

We drive home. We get our car. We drive back to toliet town. Drop off the rental. Things are starting to look up. We get to S. Calif in time for the reception. We are so frickin’ tired, we say hi to everyone and go to the house we are staying at with my cousin.

Get there. She locked us out. Drive to my uncles house. Sleep in the car in his driveway. At 4 a.m., have about twenty faces staring at us. My uncles wife’s parent’s offer to let us stay at their house, be we are so tired, we end up sleeping on my uncle’s couch. (My mom wouldn’t let us drive, and good thing because those are some crabby people.)

Things are going good after that. Go to Disneyland. Have a great time. On the last day, we plan to leave at 3 p.m. Leave at closing. Great time. Start to drive back, get to Bakersfield. Still a few hours from toliet town.

So, Dan and I get up late because we were still tired. I show him around the area where I use to live. We drive back to toilet town. I call the shop, and tell him we are picking up the car and we are about 30 minutes away. The guy says, “Well, you can’t come get the car!” I ask him WHY NOT? and he says, “We are closing at three.”

Relay this to my husband. He then starts yelling at me. I start yelling at him. We have what is probably the biggest fight of our marriage. I finally yell at him, “WELL I CAN’T CONTROL WHAT TIME THEY OPEN AND CLOSE, AND THANKS FOR RUINING MY VACATION!!!!” We sit in silence. Then he apologizes, I apologize, and we agree to channel this rage at the appropriate person, the mechanic.

We get back to Toliet Town (really! It was called Los Banos!) and Dan drives up to this guy like he is going to hit him with the car. The guy looks really surprised. Dan goes out and tells him we aren’t spending another night in Toliet Town and we want to take our car home. He tells Dan he thought when I called that we were in S. Calif still. Um…I told him 30 minutes, remember?

So, he gets one of his guys to drive our broken car home, while he follows us. AAA paid for that whole trip, thank goodness! We get home, and our car sits in the carport until we donate it to Goodwill a year later.

When you ask worst vacation ever, that is what I think of.

We always do the same thing for vacation… boring that way. The worst one was a fully loaded backpacking trip straight up for at least six miles in the rain only to find ourselves at a very crowded lake where it continued to rain for days and days without end. Chipmunks got into the food. I didn’t bring enough rain gear. That was the worst. Whenever anything goes wrong now we say, “well at least this is better than that one time when it rained and the chipmuks got into the food and the horse campers left horse poop everywhere.”

Worst vacation? TaeKwondo tournament just outside New Orleans. Rode there on a BUS from Ft. Lauderdale (do you know how long it takes to get out of Florida?)

And that was just the beginning.