Ah, The Summer Family Roadtrip.

Playing the Alphabet Game. Singing songs together. The License Plate Game.Family comraderie and bonding. Gleeful anticipation of destination.

Or something akin to this.

{Filmed by bro Gavin}

(Circa 1991 on the way to my bro John's graduation from Stanford. Me: 22 yrs old)

Anticipating a call from my mom any minute now, wherein I will most likely be grounded for time and all eternity for airing our dirty laundry.

I meant to make a couple of disclaimers prior to posting this:

a) We usually had way more fun on our road trips and didn't fight.

b) Megan, Susan really wasn't breathing on you (at least directly).

c) Susan, your breath really did reek mightily.

d) Mom, way to keep your calm and cool. I aspire to more of that.

e) McMember-of-the-Audiovisual-Club-in-Highschool insisted upon interjecting the slow-mo clip just in case you missed the actual slap in real time.

Welp, we're off to San Diego on a roadtrip of our own this week to reunite with

parents, sibs, aunts, uncles, and cousins. Now, if you would all be so kind as to run immediately and without hesitation to your bedside, closet, or closest place of worship and pray a little prayer for our impending 437 hour, I mean 6 hour drive, that would be g.r.a.n.d.

Love you mom!