Patsy takes a tumble.

This morning we took a scenic drive from tempe to flagstaff.
Before we got going the HOLY HALITOSIS was rocking in the car. The air conditioner was creating a magic carpet ride for the stank to get to the back seat and into my nose. I started passing out gum.

We stopped off and stole some cholla skeleton from a national forest. wonderful, we are probably going to be arrested. It still had a few stickers on it and i told everyone that if they start to annoy me i was going to bop them on the head with it. Yea right, i don't have an endless supply of bandaids to give out.

It was labeled as "a white knuckle drive" and "not for the faint of heart." They weren't kidding.  Not only were we driving on a curvy road but it was in the mountains, one lane most of the way, no guard rails on the side and dirt road for 23 miles! Oh and we saw a car that had fallen over the edge. The whole way I was thinking im SO glad im not riding with Maurice German.

Raymond said, again, that he was going to call the governor. This time about the roads.  His voice started getting raspy and he said it was from saying oh shit so many times. He was scared. He got mad at dad and called him a fool, said "we are just a few feet from death and you're laughing and carrying on." Dad was kinda scaring us, it is not ok for a man with ADD to drive on these kinds of roads. Only the passengers should look other places besides the road. We tried to find a place to have a picnic down in this canyon. Raymond wanted to leave he said "you're going to make me eat down in this hell hole?" Apparently he was over it.

I was very glad we went on the scenic route, props to momma. It was really really pretty. We went over the roosevelt dam and lake and two other lakes.


We finally found a hotel in flagstaff. Hope that little baby can hold out a little longer, aunt Kami is going to vegas!