At 4 'o clock we dropped a shaking Lola off to jail otherwise known as, "the vet", and we were off! Once off, without a Starbucks, because of dad who made stupid excuses like "traffic" and was unmoved by begging. In Norman, Dads road rage, which had already been in full power, after me telling him to calm down were not in a hurry he responded, "Settle down" kicked into overdrive as the boys started a new game, counting the cars that we passed and cheering, Highway Nascar. An hour or two passed uneventfully as Caleb listened to his iPod, and me, mom, and Connor demolished a bag of jellybeans, then when we stopped into a lovely gastation, mom wasn't excited they didn't even have Diet Coke, we all bought even more junk, but hey were
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