>In case you have the foolish idea that I always live a life of luxury, Dr. P and I are staying at a Holiday Inn Express in Virginia on the border of North Carolina. While the room has free wi-fi (versus broadband for 16 euros a day), a microwave, and fridge, it is not quite the same standard of decor as the hotels that I stayed in with Husband. Which is more than fine.

Nothing exceptional happened on our first day of driving. At a rest stop, I decided to invest in a gallon size insulated mug of Diet Coke. It was $6.99, which is about the same cost as a few bottles of Diet Coke (at $1.25 per 16 ounces in vending machines) plus a free insulated beverage container that I convincede myself that I could use at picnics. The problem with this mug is that it is fucking heavy. Lugging a gallon of Diet Coke to your lips is not as easy as it seems. Also, it looks ridiculous. Every time I go to drink from it, Dr. P and I break into fits of hysterical laughter.

On another note, Happy Father's Day! Dad, I bought you an insulated gallon jug for Diet Coke! Ha ha ha ha.