His Cheeseburger

Greetings and welcome to today's random thought.

So we made it back in one piece from Texas. The drive home should have taken about 15 ½ hours (930 miles at 60 mph average) but it took us around 17 ½ this time. We left at 4:15 AM local time but could not get ahead of the snow in Arkansas. We had hoped it would stay warm enough to keep the precipitation in the rain category but the temperature guage in the van read at a steady 32 degrees and so it was snow. It snowed every mile that we were in Arkansas, all 330 miles! By the time we got out of the state, we were hopelessly behind schedule. Even the dry weather and roads in Missouri and Illinois could not help us catch up. One thing that we reserve for long trips is our Veggie Tales CD. We know most (if not all) of the lyrics and it is a good way to kill an hour. One of the songs (our favorite) is "His Cheeseburger" (as sung by Mr. Lunt). For those of you not familiar with this tune, it is a song about a man who wants a cheeseburger so badly that (despite the drive-thru being closed) waits all night for a chance to order a cheeseburger. His undying love is measured in his offer to (should the world suddenly run out of cheese) get down on the floor to look for any cheese that might have been dropped. That song and "Puppies" (they're never nasty or mean) got us through the final hour of Illinois.

We are happy to be home despite being met the last 2 days with about 8" of snow. The son and I spent a little over an hour shoveling the snow (our driveway is about 100 foot long). The hardest part was the last 10 foot as the snow plows really piled the snow high. Our labor resulted in both the wife and I being able to get out of the driveway with no issues. High winds are expected though so it might all just blow back into the path that we carved out. Having spent a few days in Texas (where there was no snow), the wife is really tempted to move back there. So much so that she is now somehow blaming me personally for the cold and the snow here in Indiana as emphasized by the glaring look that I get from her whenever the weather report comes on the local news. Let me set the record straight here that I am in no way responsible for the weather and (as much as I love shoveling snow – not) I would not bring cold and snow if I could.

Thanks for reading my Random Thoughts.

Jon