Our Labor Day Weekend Vacation was an exciting trip to Atlanta Motor Speedway for the Pep Boys 500.
So, we're crusing into Atlanta the other day when traffic on I-85 came to a complete standstill.
Unfortunately, the mouths of our backseat passengers did not.
"Look, that guy's eatin' a HONEYBUN! I wish I had a HONEYBUN!" Halfway Between served up in his Mr. Haney voice. (Think "Green Acres. . .")
"Hey Mom!" 7th Heaven called out for the hundreth time. "Hey Mom!"
"Yes?" I asked.
"Ooh, I forgot what I was going to say. . ."
The Edge was mumbling into her cell phone. "Mmm. . . muph womp foo. . .ha ha ha!"
We ooched up past Honeybun Boy. . .
"See!" Halfway squealed. "That Honeybun sure looks good! Hey! How's that Honeybun??"
"Y'all hush! Dad's getting anxious. . . " I said, trying to regain control of the situation.
"Oh, yeah, hey Mom. . ." Seventh Heaven began.
"Mom just said to be quiet!" The Edge offered in mock defense, then resumed her mumbling.
"Who farted?!" Seventh Heaven exclaimed.
"It smells like Honeybun!" Mr. Haney squealed again.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHH! Enough!" Our poor driver was teetering on the brink. "What am I gonna DO with y'all?!"
It got very quiet. And then I decided that I had the answer. . .
"Just DANCE, dance, dance!"
And then, on cue, the backup singers piped in from the back seat
"Da-da doo-doo, mmmm. . .Just d-d-dance!"
It was at this point that Hubbalicious went totally Ga-ga and exited the vehicle. . .in the middle of I-85. . .and began dancing.
Well, at least our road trips are never boring! Although I think that poor guy choked on his Honeybun. . .
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