Last week we headed down to Mississippi for the first time in about 2 years so we could visit Tom's family and so he could defend his thesis and get his MA in Applied Anthropology and I could go visit some old professors of ours at Mississippi State. I wasn't sure how well I would handle an extended car ride (it's roughly 10 hours) but I managed reasonably well, especially since my neurologist prescribed some low dose clonazapam for me to try out for when my back is being particularly stupid. Pretty much the only bad part was discovering that I get a migraine when I'm in our car for more than about an hour even if I'm not driving. Not sure if it's our car or something else, but that's rampant speculation for another time. Taking something doesn't seem to do much for prevention either, it just keeps it from getting totally unbearable.
I just realized it looks like Tom has his eyes closed. That might explain a few things.
The position of the price tag on this bag of Chex mix suggests the ultimate results of consumption.
Oreo's head got in the way when my hand jerked, so here's the blurry photo of his head.
The giant cross of aluminum siding outside Effingham. Because nothing says devout like building a huge aluminum cross in the middle of Illinois that will startle road-dazed drivers.
I pretty much forgot about the camera for most of the rest of the trip. Tom did get some excellent photos of a few projects I finished though, so I'll post those in the next few days.
Tom successfully defended. Yay! He just has to do some final edits and formatting and that good stuff. So, now we're even on the graduate degree front.
Oreo is still recovering from the trip - I think he was terrified we were going to leave him with my in-laws because that's where he stayed the last time we were in Sudan for 2 months. He was definitely freaking out when we starting packing up to come home all the way up the point we actually put him in the car. Poor little dude. He's an excellent little traveler, though. And I like having a warm snuggly on my lap for the trip, at least until he squirms too much and steps on my internal organs.
Oh, and Tom briefly transformed into a douchebag while we were in Mississippi.
All he needs is a flask of Maker's Mark, business cards for his lawyer/politician/lobbyist/upper management dad, and a Confederate flag and he'd be all ready for Pledge Week at Ole Miss.
I deeply and sincerely hope to never, ever again see my husband with
- A popped collar
- Any item of Ole Miss memorabilia
- This facial expression
1 comment:
All right so this may be completely wrong but when I read "Effingham" I thought you were being polite about a terrible town whose name ends in ham. Gave me a giggle!
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