I have no interest in the drama going on in the van just in the length of time we will be on the highway. I can see the emergency crews working on getting the truck and its camper along with the 5th wheel and the truck it's with strewn across the highway and the cab of one of the semi's that is facing the wrong direction with its trailer across the highway looking like a huge capital L, and the other semi that now looks like a ball of cooking foil tossed out, cleared away. My shoulders are now touching my ears and I have a head ace and neck ace from hell. I hear one of the kid’s say they want to get out and pee. I said "which side of this bridge looks good to jump from or do you just want your stuff hanging out for all to see"? I then get the pleading and threats of peeing in the seat if they are not allowed to pee. Okay I will just rub your nose in it, so help yourself. Wow that set off a wild fire of verbal complaining. Then they start thinking out of the box and ask if they could just pee on the pee pad we had for the dogs. Are you nuts back there just slap pee bands on the dogs and take your mind off it. The rain just kept coming and the windows fogged up so I turned the car on every now and then to clear window during a window clearing I found the car in front of us had some engine problems so a few folks are out and about trying to help get the car started again. Thank GAWD for cute guys; it sure did take their minds off the pressing urgency of their bladders. I ask one of the girls to put her arms around the head rest of my seat and rub my neck. Now this is something they have done for me before as the long drives we do, can give me a big pain in my neck. They again start thinking outside of the box and the girls tell me to pull my shirt up and they will rub my neck oil on it and really make it feel better. Don't worry Ma no one can see in here. Okay what the hell I can use a back rub and can't pee so might as well get a back rub. Now the shirt is over my head and one of the kids is rubbing the right shoulder/back and another kid is rubbing the left shoulder/back and dogs are hopping all over the place. I look up to see if the cleanup has progressed any further, when I decide to turn the wipers on to see better and hit the light switch instead. I thought I would break my neck trying to get my shirt down and the girls are laughing at me for showing my stuff to the cute guys. All I could do is laugh at what the other cars must have thought when the lights came on for the strange show going on in the van next to them.
I had to drive long into the night to try and make up some the lost time. But with two more traffic jams due to accidents on the highway I knew I would never be able to meet up with my contact the next day. Now it is hard for me to believe the excitement that went on in the van when we saw a KOA but I was even happier then I had been all day. It took me a while to figure out how to register us at one in the morning without waking the whole camp grounds. Keeping the all the dog quite, putting up the pop up and walking the dogs in the rain did present a whole host of problems I was not prepared for. The little bastards did not want to pee in the rain and I am soaked to the bone and tired and sleepy. So I put them in the pop up spread pee pad on the floor and went to sleep knowing my chances of a wet bed just went up 200%. Something about too much stress and no sleep makes those odes seem acceptable. Morning came about 30 seconds after I closed my eyes and the camper is about to roll away with all the dogs bouncing from one bed to another in an excited pee pee dancing. Now I have not seen myself but I also am not thinking how scary I am at this point and started slapping on the harness and leashes. I chased the girls out of their beds and gave them each a hand full of leashes with highly excited dogs bounce around on the ends of them. I am out the door first and looked up to see another camper walking bye, the look on his face set my red flags off like a wild fire out of control. I passed my handful of dogs off and moved quickly to the bathrooms a mile away. I opened the door and scared myself as the thick layer of hairspray on my 10 hairs got rehydrated and dried again in a manner to give bed head a whole new meaning. After the necessities were taken care of I looked for a hammer to drive the scary hair spikes down. No hammer lets rehydrate again, Wrong move on my part. Now I have no time to shower and no time to play with my hair so off I went trying not to look anyone in the eye.
The next morning was equally as bad and now my clothes are nasty from crawling around in the mud and underbrush the night before. Again I dropped into bed around 3 am to awake to a much more horrifying reflection in the mirror the next morning. As I am so not caring how bad I look because I will never see these people again.... LOL, I met a women with a beautiful white standard Poodle and a little black puff ball, of course I need to oogoogle over them and tell the lady forgive me as we have had a long weekend and it was not all good and we have a huge drive ahead of me so I can get home tonight. Oh where are you from? Michigan. OMG so am I, she said "what part"? Lansing. I am too! I am not sure how to describe the amazement at meeting someone from my home town so far from home, or the fact that we have communicated through e-mails as we are both very linked to the dog community in Lansing. So now, my I don't care because I will never see these folks again, is making me back stroke through the apologies of my appearance. I will dress much better when we have coffee soon to put faces to our e-mails and names. But I am real sure the mental eraser will not work on this one. Never say Never…..