Today, I embark upon an age-old tradition — the family car trip.
We will attempt to drive 13 hours in the car with two boys under the age of 7 over two days.
Hopefully, at the end, we will reach sand and surf . . . if we all survive.
Traveling with us will be a cooler full of sugar-free drinks, Coke Zero, water and the ever-present insulin vials for my youngest.
Ever given someone a shot in the back of an SUV? I must say I’ve gotten pretty good at it. And my son looks at it as an adventure. Ah, youth . . .
Yes, we might be crazy, but if we’re headed for the funny farm we’re all going together.
Here’s a self portrait of what I anticipate I will look like in two days’ time.
As you can see, the proverbial walls are closing in on me. Plus, it looks like I may need some Propecia or other hair-loss product . . .
But a shining ray of light for me is that I thought far enough ahead to order some amazing steaks to be delivered to us during our week-long stay in paradise. This I know: the food will be good.
Why? Because I will be preparing those steaks just the way I like them.
And we’ll be making some memories, too.
Catch you next week when I’m hangin’ ten, dudes!
(That is, if “hangin’ ten” means sitting under an umbrella reading back issues of “Real Simple” and “Oprah” magazines while my sons inadvertently flick sand in my drink.)