The Fact That's It's Not In A Bed Is Only A Slight Consolation
That's a horse's head between the salt and pepper shaker. An ominous omen.
Here's the rule about Thanksgiving weekend: the Sunday drive home from the Thanksgiving tournament is like Chuck Norris.
You don't defeat the Thanksgiving drive. The Thanksgiving drive defeats you.
It was a 3.3 hour drive, turned into a 5.8 hour drive, complete with some wacky Google Maps rerouting that saved us at least an hour.
"Best route just changed again," Eli 14.3 said. "Deploy the kayak."
That's a slight exaggeration, but only slight.
I'll write about the tournament this week. The boy certainly does have a flare for the dramatic.