Where do I begin? Oh yes...snow, rain, slush, and leather knee high boots. Rushing around at 11am trying to get to the bank to exchange money for the annual trip and completely soaked right to the knees. I don't actually own a pair of winter boots so my feet were soaked the second I stepped out of the van...Roxie on the other hand is well prepared with knee high leather boots....so she thought. We left Freddy around noon that day...and the skies were angry...like an old man sending back soup at a deli. By the time we made it to Cabelas in Portland, Me it was freezing rain. We actually had to hold each other up trying to skate across the parking lot. If you could picture the two of us falling on our asses...pulling each other down you would laugh until you pissed yourself. We probably should have called it quits there and found shelter for the night...but no no no...two very stubborn women think it is a great idea to continue.
We were half way to Boston when I noticed that the radio antenna was just a huge ice pole. It took us hours and hours to get just outside of Boston. We were cold, wet tired and cranky. I am surprised we still made it to our usual rest stop in Rhode Island. I think Florida brain makes you crazy...we just kept saying to ourselves....warm sun...sandy fun...warm sun...sandy fun. We managed to find our jammies and toothbrushes and made our way into the gas station to change...oh it was so nice to get out of those wet clothes. Everything was perfect...freezing rain turned to rain which is easy listening for sleep time. I was just getting comfy with my sleeping bag and my eye mask when Roxie decided to take off her knee high leather boots that she had been wearing....wet....for the last 10hours!...."OMG! What is that horrid smell?" I don't think I have ever smelled anything that bad in my life. I had to open the door and almost vomit. I actually had to get out and tell her to throw her socks away cause they were not sleeping with us. She laughed and promised she would throw them out so I went to get a drink...still in my jammie pants...with people looking at me funny in the store. Whatever! you travel 36 hours in jeans! When I made it back she was already wrapped up in her sleeping bag half asleep. Drink...check...sleeping bag...check....sleep mask...check....stinky smell? gone!
The next day was beautiful...woke up with sunshine and the sweet sound of cars on the highway. Every once in awhile I would role down the window and let the fresh New York air in...hehe....and caught a wiff...of...New York?....had to be New York....I paid no mind...but once we got into Virgina and the temps went up the windows came down...and what?....what...sniff sniff....yup I know that smell! Roxie...where are the socks? She giggles and says they are under my seat! Yup...I could have killed her. I had to climb in the back seat while in motion with a plastic bag trying to get the socks in gagging the whole time. I am surprised I didn't actually get sick. I tied the bag up nice and tight and put it back under the seat. Now Roxie....throw those out!!!!! She promised she would.
Almost a year later Roxie was in a car accident just outside of Woodstock in the middle of winter. Lucky she was ok but the van was not so lucky. She was called to the junk yard to clean it out...and can you guess what she found under the seat? Yup a year later...those damn socks...she opened it and said she swore they would have walked on their own...they smelled a million times worse. I laughed so hard......she got what was coming to her!
