Where's hermit when you need him?
The road trips I remember in the family's 55 Pontiac were more like mom sniveling that we were lost and late, dad yelling at her to shut it and me jumping up and down in the back seat with a half melted ice cream cone....
Where's hermit when you need him?
ReplyDeleteThe road trips I remember in the family's 55 Pontiac were more like mom sniveling that we were lost and late, dad yelling at her to shut it and me jumping up and down in the back seat with a half melted ice cream cone....
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