Friday: 8:00 am: *drowsily* "my mom said there was a hurricane headed this way." "oh well, let's go anyway - it'll be fun." "hope they have a roll-away bed."
Friday: 4:30 pm: "You mean you don't know how to check your oil? Do you know how to pump gas yet?"
Friday: 5:30 pm: *after politely being asked whether she was ready to go* "MICHAELA!!!! Will you STOP nagging. You sound like my MOTHER"
Friday: 6:23 pm: "Do you have any nail clippers?"
Friday: 6:35 pm: *three cell phones ring simultaneously* "Yes, mom, Michaela is driving - I'm sure it'll be fine...I think." "Maria did WHAT????" "That's fine, Brooks, just don't make out on campus."
Friday: 7:00 pm: *blabbering in the back seat* "Is that my exit?...um, is that my exit? IS THAT MY EXXIIIITTT?"
Friday: 10:35 pm: *quiet, small, extremely deserted intersection in the middle of nowhere* "There were too gas signs back there." *four voices* "MICCCHHHHAAEEEELAAA." "OH SH***" "D*** IT." "WHAT ARE YOU DOIINNGG?"
Friday: 11:00 pm: "did you say there was a continental breakfast?" "it's a Days Inn?" "Yuck"
Saturday: 12:00 am "there's no roll away?" "look - my knees hang of the edge of the bed." "maybe we should let the two little people sleep in one bed so we don't crush them." Friday: Saturday: 12:03 am: "MICCHHHAEEELAAA - you can't go out there - you're in your pajamas!!!!"
Saturday: 7:30 am: "oh look - they have donuts!" "MICHHAEEELAA - what did you do to the coffee maker?" "can we stop at Starbucks?"
Saturday: 9:30 am: "gosh, there sure is a lot of SAND everywhere."
Saturday: 10:00 am: "MICHHAEELLA - don't you dare take a picture back there!!!!!"
Saturday: 1:00 pm: "Are those kids feeding sea gulls? I HATE sea gulls."
Saturday: 5:00 pm: "I KNOW there's a Haggen Daz around here somewhere....." "Can we just stop at the Dairy Queen." "NOOOO."
Saturday: 5:20 pm: "Can we stop at Starbucks?"
Saturday: 6:00 pm: "Ouch - my AASSSSS is burnt!!!"
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