Taking a Drive

My friend Brad from home offered to drive with me down to TX so that I didn't do it alone. So nice of him. However, little did Brad know what it would be like to spend 16 hours in a car with me. Now, Iknow, I know, most of you are thinking, "I would give anything to spend that amount of quality time with Ellen!!". You're so sweet. But considering that on road trips I talk profusely, sing loudly, and dance to music in my seat as if I was actually on a dance floor, you might just change that thought. Brad did not know these things about me, nor did he realize my bladder is apparently the size of a quarter. It was purely by the grace of God that these things were not revealed to him before the trip happened. Otherwise I would have been haulin' it to Flower Mound alone.

But we made it here. Yay God. I now live in the home of the Henrys, the sweetest and most hospitable people ever, in Flower Mound Texas. Yep, thats where I live. The mail that comes to their house says so. Weird.

Before Brad left to go back to Chicago, he stayed with some of his family. I drove down and met them and had dinner at their home in Red Oak the 2nd night I was here. And that was the first night I got lost driving. The traumatic story to come.