The Aftermath, or: Why Cats Should Not Go On Car Rides

DH and I

We had a great time on our vacation and an uneventful trip home. I promise to post more vacation pictures at a later date. 

Unfortunately our biggest adventure of the week happened after we arrived home. And poor Tubby...



...poor Tubby continues her Legacy:

So we're on our way to pick up Pizza. We're hungry and tired from our long drive home. Poor Tubby was crying cause she missed us.

So I said, let's take Tubby. I don't want her to see us leaving again. Hubby reluctantly agrees.



At first she seemed to enjoy looking outside. Although she was shedding, a lot.

(pieces of telephone pole and jeep fender). 

But on the way back she started slobbering and panting.

(broken suspension); 

Hubby took his eyes off the road to look at her...



the telephone pole came out of nowhere...



We side swiped it. The tire took the brunt of the hit. DH stopped to pick up the broken wheel well, slammed the jeep door, said something about the stupid cat....and then Tubby threw up- all over me. The jeep didn't fare much better. With a broken suspension it's not drivable. we'll find out more today...

I told Hubby if he wanted to play Demolition Derby we could have went to the Hillbilly county fair that Niece's Boyfriend invited us to. Hubby did not think I was funny.


I needed to make something comforting after that ordeal. What a beautiful loaf of bread.

It was such a stupid thing. And it will most likely be an expensive fix. At least we're all okay and so is Tubby. The only thing hurt was her psyche.