I just got back from quite an adventure helping LeAnne move to Chicago from Salt Lake. The plan was to leave her house at 4:00 am last Thursday, but I woke up at 4:10 to LeAnne emptying out the fridge in the dark. I was immediately reminded of How the Grinch Stole Christmas. “He cleaned out the icebox as quick as a flash. Why, that Grinch even took their last can of Who-hash!” She had packed everything in the car, but had forgotten to take her stuff out of the refrigerator. So a little later than planned, at 4:45 am we hit the road. Two hours later a rock from the road hit us and cracked the passenger window.
Fun Laura was moving from Denver to Minnesota the same
day. Since we were both going to be on
I-80 we contemplated meeting up for lunch in Ogallala, Nebraska, but Laura was
going to be four hours ahead of us so it just didn’t make much sense. I was bummed that I wouldn’t get to see her
despite our proximity, but fun Laura was true to her name. I got a text from her with some very detailed
instructions on what to do when we got to Ogallala to find a present she had
hidden for us. The present ended being some origami, fun Laura's old business card, and some cards with facts about Harry Truman all sealed in an Ikea bag.
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