vacation report from home sweet home

Here is the deal I mentioned with the rental vehicle.

Before I left the husband went on line to rent my rental car and he said "Hey about renting a Hummer!" and naturally Evan was right there over the husband's shoulder drooling all over the laptop and I had to say "Okay" because the offer was already on the table and I didn't want to be the party pooper. After a fine flight we made our way to the rental center, signed all the paper work and was told which spot our vehicle was in. WHen we first walked up to it I almost cried. Probably the only reason I did not cry was because the mammoth was parked in a spot that was clearly marked COMPACT CARS ONLY and I was distracted by the idiocy of that thought. But the truth is that I was afraid of the mammoth and it was way bigger than I ever imagined it would actually be and the sheer width and height of it makes my truck seem like a scooter. I was (this is the under exaggeration of the year) a wee bit reluctant and (scared outta my mind) nervous as I drove off of the lot, but the airport put us right onto the highway and the hotel was right off the highway and I remembered the hotel having valet parking, so I talked myself off of the ledge. I was just starting to relax a teeny tiny bit. My shoulders lowered from my ears and I took a full breath. And just as we were puttering along in the nice slow right lane a door (yes, a big old door!) flew out of the back of the pick up truck we were trailing and went about 25 feet in the air flipped top over bottom twice and came crashing back down sliding sideways across the highway. I yelled "FUCK!!" and almost slammed on my brakes thinking we would be driving right into the path of the door on it's way down, but the door was such dead weight (as opposed to the more typical flighty corrugated cardboard or lofty plastic grocery bag one is more likely to see floating around over the highway) that it fell straight down right behind the truck, and naturally, because I am such a safe (and frustrating to those with testosterone) driver, I had been driving with the recommended 6 car lengths between me and the carelessly loaded pick up truck and was still safely distant enough to avoid being decapitated by a flying door.

You might say I was happy as can be to arrive at our hotel in one piece.

Here are some photo highlights of the trip. The baby is my new nephlet, who is as sweet as an be and we all fought over who got to hold him all day long. So cute.

Never mind. The internet spirits are making me wait too long to post these photos, so I am going to bed. You'll have to settle for the story for now. Sorry!

Comments

[danelle]

I need phoootooooos!
Gah weird about the door. I remember a few years ago when I was driving a limo for a living a recliner fell off a truck in front of me and I just missed it. The folks in the back couldn't see what happened but were duly freaked.

[Wildmom]

Hummer!?!?!?!? What the H was husband thinking???? No wonder the price of gas shot up on Friday. That thing was bigger than my first apartment in Manhattan. But... had you actually been slammed by the door that thing should have come away from the encounter without a scratch.