it's later than i said

I tried to post from my phone in the car on the way home tonight but it didn't work. Of course I found that out after I spent twenty minutes typing. I love my new phone but I could wish that it had a real keyboard like M's. The reason I complain about the Sundays with family is that we spend FOUR HOURS in the car to get there and back, and that is kind of a significant part of your day. The rest of it is that it takes ALL DAY. We get up, leave, and when we come home it's time for bed.. see above regarding four hours of driving time. Today was even longer than usual because we stopped at my parents' house on the way back and M helped my dad move furniture.. they're getting new carpet tomorrow. Or, I guess you should say that they're getting the rest of it tomorrow because they came out and did the bedroom already. Anyway, then we went to Taco Bell. Hometown now has a Taco Bell and it is apparently the best thing since sliced bread. There was a LINE stretching OUT THE DOOR, just to get in and order! I really don't understand it because there has always been a Taco Bell on campus and then we had a Taco Bell Express in a gas station for several years, and it was certainly not that busy. It is a really nice Taco Bell, granted, but seriously. We were queuing outside, for the love of nachos.

(I am not really a Taco Bell fan but my parents are, and my niece is crazy about it and so they promised to take her there. Wasn't too bad. I used to love it but then I think the one on campus soured me on it because it sucked, frankly.)

(M would probably like me to add in the interest of full disclosure that one time, my mom was in Kentucky visiting while we were still living in Memphis, and my brother was off being a boy somewhere, my daddy told me that he would take me Anywhere In Town for dinner, and I? I was a big dork and wanted to go to Taco Bell. And there was some sort of special survey thing where they gave him a new kind of burrito for free if he filled out some forms and they were asking about the texture of the chicken and the size of the burrito and the taste of the thing for six pages and we still make jokes about texture because of that one night. My dad has always laughs when that story comes up and says that he sure wouldn't have offered that deal to my brother because he would have gone broke doing it, but he still didn't expect me to want Taco Bell, for goodness sake.)

Also, M has my mom making jokes about how short I am. They're both enjoying it immensely... but I could sure wish that they had found something else to bond over.