tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526998903643481884.post478111197023291851..comments2009-02-26T22:18:14.466-05:00Comments on it is what it is: getting there is half the funmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01909808771449851612noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526998903643481884.post-43889676650658084582008-09-10T23:40:00.000-04:002008-09-10T23:40:00.000-04:00So many similarities in that post it's scary. My ...So many similarities in that post it's scary. My mom has a sister who lives in Florida we visited a couple times. Most of the trips I don't really remember because I was so young. We had a van, too, but it was bare bones. My dad could move the bench so there were holes in the floor for where he could bolt it down. I would lay on the floor and watch the highway go by through those holes. I don't remember the trips being fun though. They were so long!Debbie @ Three Weddingshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11778199494515694006noreply@blogger.com