We're Ready To Go And It's Pouring Rain

12:30 PM, Friday Early Afternoon
Temperature: Way too hot
Condition: Itching to leave
The Journey Began! Well that had been the idea anyway. Due to the time infractions between schedules, the majority of that being the most time caustic individual in our travel weathered band (Marcie), we did not endeavor to actually leave the driveway until after 3:00 PM. As grandparents and other family members arrived to see us off, a horrendous lightning blast shattered the tranquil sounds of the day. Soon after, a sheer sheet of rain bombarded us from all sides, making life a little more difficult as we tried, victoriously, to carry our supplies to the car. Once this was completed and mom had turned some good old gospel music on for Ruger so he would not go “Ding batty” as she put it (no doubt a reference from her childhood…somewhere out of the early sixties would be my best estimate), we all piled into the car. The only thing left to do was to figure out where we were going.
To do this we had to first get directions; now someone (meaning me…Braxton Troyer) might question the sanity of certain individuals who had waited until all was situated and everyone was placed in the car to acquire the appropriate address of our eventual destination. But as it stands, the four of us sat there in the van while Marcie, aghasted and angered at our lack of silence as she listens to weeks old messages of the address on her phone, communicates to the three men the importance of said message through less than cordial means; namely…she yelled at us.

Sincerely, the Maine-o-nites

PS: Dylan here, I am posting this for Braxton, I apologize to everyone for Braxton's overdeveloped sense pen-man-ship. Please do not lose heart future posts will be written in English.