R. and I will shortly be hopping into a car with my parents and sister and driving four hours up to my Grandparent’s house to spend a few hours with them/helping out before making the four hour ride back this afternoon.

I can’t help but think of this as a bit of a hazing.  8 hours in a car with my crazy family–including a sulky, angry teen, more SNL references than you can shake a stick at (R. does not and has never watched SNL), and possibly some crazy gyrations from my Dad.  I have grown to enjoy a good off-to-Iowa car ride with my family–I think R. may be in for a shock.

Should R. make it through this day, he truly would be a member of the family.  Or as my sister said when I called her about our engagement, he’ll be welcomed to this “loony bin.”

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