July 14, 2005 - Thursday
Home at about noon. Spooky, Paavo, and the plants are all doing well. It was really an amazing vacation. 1600 miles in a rented little black Chevy Cobalt with two kids in the back. They were incredibly good, pretty much the whole time.

This probably isn't going to mean anything or be very funny out of context, but I want to write it down because it had Jeremy's mother and me laughing out loud for several minutes in the front seat. All of a sudden out of nowhere this morning as we were driving home, Jeremy comes out with, "Darth Vader is in my pants."

The background is that we found a little inch tall, metal Darth Vader figurine at Grandpa John's house. It was something clearly left behind long ago by a other boy and long forgotten, so because our boys are so much into Star Wars these days we all agreed that we'd let them keep it. Apparently Jeremy was playing with it this morning in the car and must have somehow dropped it down his front. Still, that rational explanation was only one of many imagines that came to our road-drunk minds at the end of nearly two weeks and 1600 miles of driving.


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