Spatzy Cline's new single just released "I Go Hocking, After Midnight"

::Poof. Mr. E appears from within a plume of rich smoke. As the smoke clears, Mr. E moves forward to the microphone and begins to speak.::

"Welcome back to another update in the War of Boredom.

What a weekend, or rather week. Milks & I planned a spring break get away. We took off monday morning with a cooler of food, one rolling luggage bag of clothes, and two plastic bags of groceries. Our destionation, Harvest Moon Cottages nestled in Hocking Hills, was a mere 3.5 hours away. Effective phone management by Milks got us a two bedroom cabin with full kitchen, a hot tub, and a private 1/2 mile trail behind the cabin for $233. That's it. What a magnificent deal!

Driving was a treat, we had Toledo Taco Bell and got free food when the order we mishandled. Again, a deal! Then the drive, for some strange reason, we took I75 for the first leg, when we really needed US23, but that was thanks to our good friend Mapquest.

Maquest had quite the drive for us in store. We were blessed to drive on County Roads.

county road- (n.) 1. any path through a wooded area that has been traveled through more than once by a State Ranger, 2. twisting path of rocks with 1" for clearance on both sides of a vehicle, 3. muddle puddle labrynth that has a more steeply graded surface than an emergency truck stop

The "road" was definition 3. We were lucky to stop at most turns, and we're almost blindsided by a deer. Other than that, a beautiful drive. At the end of the county road, we were greeted with pavement. Aparently the alternate route not published by Mapquest has you take paved roads.

Where's the adventure in that?

Once there, peace ruled. No cell phone for Milks. Limited television for me. Nothing but walking, cooking, sleeping, hot tubbing, and playing games. What a weekend. Words do not serve it correctly.

Wednesday we ventured back home, the paved way, and it was an enjoyable drive. We made several stops along the way. Had pizza at Pepperz, wizzed in Waukeegan, and sat in Sandusky. It was a peaceful drive, until the phone buzzed.

We were offically back.

Jami...Mom...Jami... the calls we did so well to keep away from, flew back at us as soon as the phone picked up a signal.

We ignored them until 7:30.

Good times...good times...

::Poof!. Mr. E disappears into a thick cloud of black smoke!::