Another Memory Made

We left Huntington a little later than we wanted to but that's okay...we had plenty of time to get home, really, so Michael could get his homework finished. The two Sarah's were holding it down in the way back...with phone in hand, texting for all they were worth. They were waiting for the traditional stop at Baskin-Robins for ice cream.
We were doing so great. The girls were singing, Michael was playing his DS and Emmy was trying to sleep. Mark was driving and I noticed a little swerving so I offered to drive. He pulled over and was snoring within 5 minutes. I thought it might be a good idea for me to have a little caffine/sugar bust so I stopped at our trusty BP at the locks. This is my version of the story..."I turned off the car and handed Mark the keys. I put on my shoes so I could go in and get something to drink. I opened my door. Mark decides to go inside also. All the children decide to go in also. We all go in and get something to drink, eat and a little bit of sugar for me. We go back out to the car...Mark waits for me to open the driver door while I am waiting for him to open the passenger side door. Everyone is waiting. Then at about the same moment, we discover that Mark's keys are locked in the car along with all cell phone and my keys. Well, let's just say that the next few minutes weren't pretty. No siree! Not pretty at all. I'll try to make this next part quick. Mark goes into BP and asks for help. No help. Only number they give him for a tow truck...no answer. We borrow a ladies cell phone. We call the insurance company...no luck. Local police...no answer. State Police...found a guy to come in his wrecker to help us. He is supposed to call us to let us know when he is coming. No call. Ten minutes later, no call. Twenty minutes later...no call, no truck. Mark is now laying under a tree. Sarah and Sarah are cracking up. Emmy is just trying to figure out how we are going to get home. Michael was trying to figure out where we were going to sleep...under the trees like Survivor and I am enjoying my Pepsi and chips. We all were looking for a wrecker/tow truck. When out of the blue our knight in shining armor. He showed up in Buick...no truck. He told me in 'KY hill language' that it costs too much to run the thing so he uses his car. I told him my side of the story and he told me about his 94 year old mother. He really didn't want his picture taken. Mark still doesn't look to happy. $20.00 later we are on our way home again."

We almost always stop at Tater Ridge. There is a farmer there that has barns and barns full of antiques. He also has hundreds of grinding stones. I only need one. But he won't budge. He is working towards a goal of collecting 300 of them. Can't he just sell one small one? That's all I need. We were able to see some Amish buggies and lots of horse poop. I had to get a shot of the covered bridge. It sounds so cool when you drive over it. We finally made it home in time to drop Sarah Elizabeth off at church where they were working on something for the prom. My bed never felt so good. So now I guess that you want to hear Mark's side of the story. Well, not going to happen reight now...he is sawing logs as we speak.