chill time

Made it to Eureka, Missouri.  Missouri interstates are horrible. All the rumble strips are right on the white lines on the right of the lanes. There is no way around them unless you want to risk flat tire after flat tire. Between Meatloaf blaring at 70 dB on the stereo and the rumble strips, the dogs were toast. Marla even threw up for dramatic flair effect.  Now that we are all tucked in, Pipes is in her favorite seat watching dog TV and Marla was watching John barbecuing in the dark. They are going to sleep like babies. John too.