As I may have mentioned, I'm going to Bonnaroo. In just two (2) days! The day after tomorrow! Less than 48 hours! Holy carp! The fifth dude can't come with, as he has some sort of court date or something (oooOOOOOooo). That means that there are just four of us, which means we're only taking one vehicle. This eliminates many headaches; however, now storage might be an issue. Jeff and I were thinking that we needed a rooftop carrier. My parents have one, but they live two hours away, and we decided this too late!
I emailed my mom today, asked her if we could meet up someplace in the middle, pass it off at a rest stop. I was pleased (but to be honest, not all that surprised) when she insisted she drive it all the way down. This woman drove FOUR HOURS on a work night to bring a big stupid piece of plastic to her stupid daughter. Why didn't I just take it the last time I was home? Why didn't I call her yesterday, when she had nothing to do? I don't know, but I didn't, and she didn't hold it against me. All I had to do was treat her to some pizza.
Man do I love my mom. So, so much. Shit, it's not even PMS time, and I'm tearin' up over here. I love my mom. I love my mom!
Bring on the "so do I" comments!