Oh home, how I've missed you. This is the only thing I could think of when I awoke with every single muscle in my body aching. This bed was pure torture on me. Once again I grumble to myself as I get out of bed and get dressed.
We pack up the Yaris for the last time this weekend and check out. I beg my darling boyfriend to go back to Traders World. I know, I should of had enough the first day. But I really wanted to get some extensions for my hair. I'm so sick of it being drab. So we pick up some brown lucious locks for my scalp and hit the road. We are so exhilerated to leave the state of Ohio and cross back into Indiana, we actually may have given Ohio the middle finger. Sorry to all the cool cities that I'm sure exist somewhere, but Dayton gives you a bad name.
We go off route a bit to check out Philadelphia, Indiana. I found it on my handy dandy atlas Friday night when I was checking out the route and could NOT pass it up. It is a tiny po-dunk town just past Greensburg. We found a beat down motel for sale and I vow to go back and build it up to it's former glory. Jerry suggests we name it "It's always sunny." Bonus points if you understand that. Once back on the highway we come across a candle outlet/Ford museum. The museum was filled with old Model-Ts, everything from a fire truck, ambulence, farming truck, snow plow, race car and camper. It was a pretty cool gig for $2 to break up the drive home. We pulled in the driveway about 7pm...I walked in the house, put my stuff away and relaxed with my girls. I think a sign of Mandy getting old is that I was more excited to be home than to leave. Let's hope this doesn't become a trend :) Well thanks for reading once again...
Its always sunny. I like it!
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