Yesterday Daughter and I returned from a quick four day road trip to Minneapolis. It was our third such trek this year, just Mother, Daughter and of course, Sam.
So what, you may ask (go ahead, ask....) was the bestest part of the past four days and the 1700+ kilometers we racked up?
Was it the two days of
self-inflicted leg torture intense shopping yet again at the Mall of America; which apparently, has become our second home?
Or maybe it was when we found ourselves overwhelmed with emotion, staring in awe when within inches of the monolithic rusted hull of the Titanic in the Science Museum of Minnesota?
Perhaps it was witnessing Travis Barker's amazing drum solo as he flew and spun over the mosh pit at the rockin' Blink 182 / Fall Out Boy / Panic! At The Disco concert...
Nope. Believe it or not, it was none of those fantastic events.
The bestest part of the trip was:
relaxing safe and sound at home when I discovered that the two gut-wrenching severe storms I had at times, blindly, just plowed our rented Jeep Liberty through on the Interstate had spawned tornados.
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