they did not dance.
and i happen to think they were an angry people.
any revelation may or may not have been caused by heat exhaustion.
in fact, bear was asking ‘”go swimming?” through most of the mojave desert.
i was truly considering just how committed i was to this marriage and if a man with a air-conditioned car drove by would i be willing to stay.
it was iffy.
the hubby got pulled over in nevada for speeding.
two meet-n-greets with the local po-po.
2 miles south of st. george, the van decided it had enough of hauling our behinnies around the U.S. of A and decided to quite running.
bear, seeing the immediate stoppage of his pilgrimage home, immediately let his displeasure be known.
and it went awry from there.
turns out, the side of the freeway by st. george is rather thorn laden.
turns out, bear found every thorn to step on in .5 seconds after leaving the vehicle.
ok, i may be exaggerating, but it was a lot.
and he yelled.
a very nice man from springville (of all places) stopped to help us.
he had exactly 6 spots in his car (of all the spots, it was the exact number we needed) and offered to give me and the kidlets a ride.
he had a/c and leather seats.
my iffy marital status was considered as mentioned above.
turns out, i am still into the hubby.
we tried comfort inn first.
there was no room at the inn.
i was feeling like the virgin mary, except i am not a virgin and my name is not mary.
we found neither comfort nor inn at this particular location.
evidently, most local lodgings were filled to capacity.
there was a convention in town.
a jehovah witness convention that is.now, i ain’t got nothin’ against the j of dubs, i would have been irritated at any convention, even a chocolate convention that offered free samples, or at that very moment, a hard liquor convention that offered free samples that would have been partaken of freely.
we were in an echoing lobby at midnight with bear and queen echoing, very loudly, their displeasure with the situation.
the very nice Samaritan loaded us, once again, into his lovely, cool, leather-bound suburban to the next motel that did have a room for us.
once again we echoed in the lobby.
finally found a room, kids showered, thorns removed from feet, music man on (they could not find cartoon network; could this night get any worse?!) and beds in each of the rooms assigned.
the hubby shows up, van in dropped off at shop, 1:30 am and i think “well, that wasn’t so bad”