Good news: The Ford place looked at our Wonkebago early!
Bad news: The Wonkebago is dead. Long live the Wonkebago!
Does this mean we are not buying you beers in DC and marching with all the women, and some men despite their butthurt? It means the opposite of that! Shy cabbed it to Billings and rented a car and has come back for us and dogs and babbies and husbands and editrii are ON OUR WAY!
What do you think we are, a bunch of mission-cancelers who cancel their missions the minute the tough gets business? (It's a thing.) Bitch please.
But it does mean we no longer need your driveways but need guest beds instead (MUST LOVE DOGS, they're good dogs, Brent), and if you wanted to send us money to kick in for car rentals and Motel 6es, we would let you, because we are nice like that.
SEE YOU IN SAINT LOUEE (and DC), and COMMENCE OPEN THREAD!
He'll give one to himself and that'll be it.
Donna Rose is going to have some stories to tell when she goes to collage.