I hate fog.

    So there we were driving to Vernal for Garrett's hockey game, just TOM, Me, AJ & Goo. I was already nervous about leaving DeeBurger, the high mileage/dependability of my car (luv you Sherman ole boy)the possibility of slick roads, etc etc etc. As we approached Strawberry Reservoir we were greeted with fog. FOG? I HATE FOG!!! Why? I dont know. I know it's really unreasonable to fear fog. Its just a cloud and clouds are nice, I like clouds. I am not afraid of tight spaces but something about the fog makes me feel claustrophobic. While its no secret that I am a paranoid mother in a constant battle with myself to reign in my neurosis & let my kids live a full life, I was really beginning to struggle with THIS whole scenario.

  It was late, -4 and getting colder. The windows in the back of the car had iced over. The only other people on the road were fully loaded crude trucks coming towards us from The Basin headed to Salt Lake to the refineries. I was fighting back tears trying to hold myself together, because well, you know, if I showed my fear it would distract the driver and we would surely be hit by a tractor/trailer right there in the middle of no where AND DIE. eh hem...anyway...

  J's pillow was frozen to the window securely and he and Ay were sleeping snuggly and soundly while Goo was playing his video games, it was all very quiet & peaceful. Then Goo looked up from his game to see where we were & take in the 'view'.

  Calmly and quietly he said it. He said the words that will forever be burned in my brain forever more on all dark & stormy nights
                                   "hmmm....this is the kinda weather people die in"

Thanks GooBerry. You. Are. My. FAVORITE
xxoo, mama