flying through clouds of uncertainty on wings of existential dread
(These guys, but bigger now.)
and it was mostly fun, except for the bits where I melted down from not having been fed recently enough, and when my sister-in-law got miserably sick, and then I got sick the evening we got back to Houston. Yaaaaaaay.
Still, fun was had, and road-trippy stuff happened, so now you can expect a slew of related cartoons. In this case, we were driving through Huntsville and I said, ‘Ooh! Horsies!’ (because I’m five) and my mother, without missing a beat, said, ‘Oh, they must be for the prison rodeo’. Because Texas, that’s why.