Sunday, November 14, 2010
What The Heck Is In North Platte, Nebraska? Me.*
"Yeah, right." I laughed.
"Yeah, right. You are."
"Um, no. I'm not."
Then Matt got me. He said "Well, I would do it. BUT, I'm in Iraq."
Crap! He played his card! And on me! What was there to do? And honestly, Matt's mom is so cute. Picture a five foot little German lady with a silver bob and round glasses and the cutest German accent you've ever heard. And she never calls me just Kelly. I'm always "Dear Kelly." Who could say no to a husband in Iraq and little German mother-in-law. Not me.
I found myself booking a one-way flight to Kansas City, Missouri. Yay. I then got to buy a car in the airport parking lot. Super classy. I then got in the car and turned right around and started driving back. Drove through Missouri. Drove through Iowa. Then there was Nebraska.
Kansas City is eleven hundred miles away. That is far. There is no way that even I can drive that in one day and I can drive pretty far let me tell you. I spent a night in, you guessed it, North Platte, Nebraska.
It's a real destination. There is this here.
And oh yeah, there is this over here.