We're celebrating the Fourth of July by hanging out down by the shore. Today we had an awesome lunch at a little dive. But, I had to ride home in the middle of the backseat between my brother and brother-in-law. And, adjusting for the humidity, the temperature outside is hovering somewhere around 347 degrees. Have I mentioned that I get carsick?
Then my dad and bro-in-law started arguing some topic of local news because it makes them as happy as pigs in slop to debate each other. Have I mentioned that I'm the most non-confrontational person that ever walked the face of the earth?
The more vexed my dad got by the argument, the more jerky his driving became - and this was around the curvy, naturally-puke-inducing roads of the shore. The only thing that kept me from vomiting was the fear of solidifying my freshly discovered childhood nickname.
And, I've thought this through. I just don't think there is any way to make "Puke Chunk" trendy and hip.