Home Sweet Suburban

Sorry I've been away from The Blog for a bit, bit we've been a little busy.

For starters, I'm mobile blogging via Brad's Blackberry.

I was always, "Who blogs from their Blackberry? Psychos?" But now I know.

It's people who are on a cross-country road trip, except they're on I-80 and the traffic has been at a DEAD STANDSTILL for an hour so the "road trip" has turned into more of an "interstate house party."

And my 4 year-old has some pressing lavatory needs.

But the Suburban is not lavatory-equipped.

Brad is in the third-row command seat, firing up his laptop in order to figure out why people who should be driving their vehicles are milling about on the highway as if a troupe of jugglers and fire-breathers were about to parade right past.

But he is not having success.

So if you know why we are here (wherever "here" is), feel free to shoot me a text.

Our plan was to drive through the night and return to the Mile High City around sunrise so Brad could head to work all rested and refreshed (and oily!) after driving all night long.

But alas, we might be Campin' on I-80.

Sounds like a horror movie to me.

I'll let you know how it goes.

In the meanwhile, we're looking for stale french fries to stockpile in case this is an all-nighter.