Worst day in Trudy history.

We interrupt your regularly scheduled blog post to bring you this announcement:

Trudy is a really beautiful accomplishment of mine. I am always so proud pulling her behind us on our way to a new destination, and excited when people stare at her at gas stations. But, man, she can be a real bitch sometimes.

RV life is really fun, it would probably be more fun if we had heat, a generator, a toilet that functioned and a jack that didn’t look like it was from the turn of the century but then it wouldn’t be an adventure.

Now, Kaitlin and I haven’t seen the sun in about a week so this could be affecting our mood but I really don’t think so.

We set out this morning from J&J RV Park in Hot Springs, Arkansas (more on that experience later) to Waco, Texas.

I feel kinda like a dumb dumb because even my best friend Patrick knows who Chip and Joanna are and I just learned about them like a week ago but Kaitlin really wanted to come and see them and they seem pretty cool so here we are.

I hope you have a glass of wine while reading this because you need it, I have mine, so here we go.

On our way into Arkansas we realized there is a leak somewhere. We think it is in the front window because Kaitlin’s bed was soaked on the edge.

It was possible it was coming through the window that blew off—I forgot to talk about that.

Sidebar: On our way to Nashville our top, passenger side window that has always been a little shaky decided it didn’t want to continue on our journey and left us. We don’t know where but we are pretty sure no one was harmed and it is resting peacefully along I-65.

Anyway, we get on the road in Hot Springs in a misty rain at 8:15 this morning. We never leave on time so we are proud of ourselves for being 15 minutes off. We had put a towel down just incase the rain got worse.

It didn’t stop raining. For 395 miles. The rain never stopped. Not even once.

Ok, now hold onto that story for a minute.

Remember on our way to Pine Mountain when we hit the little (big) dip at the gas station and bent the jack? If you haven’t read it then this is awkward and I’m not going to explain it cause I’m in a bad mood so I linked it for you.

Well, it happened again. Except this time there was not one but TWO dips. What the actual fuck Texas, get your roads fixed. The Bush’s are from here for crying out loud, get some better roads. That might be too political and my editor (mom) might take it out.

We stop a gas station to check out the damage and its pretty bad, to paint a picture here in Waco, we had to leave it attached to the car because the jack is balancing on one corner.

Now back to the rain. We promised our parents we wouldn’t drive at night. Well the sun sets at freaking 5:30 now so that was a bust. Driving down farm roads in the pouring rain, pulling an ailing Trudy was not my finest hour, but we made it.

Thankfully, my mom and dad packed us a pair of rain boots and two ponchos, yes, I’m 25 and still like my mommy and daddy to help me pack and I’ve got no shame.

We get out at the office where the lady misheard me on the phone and thought my name was Betty Dixon. I bet they were surprised when they saw Kaitlin and me walk through the door.

Kaitlin’s bed is soaked. Pillows, blankets, the paneling, everything is soaked.

Not to mention our pantry door opened and there is salt and honey all over the floor.

She wears a size size 10 shoe and I wear a size 8 so I was the lucky winner of the rain boots. I begin to hook everything up.

I forgot to tell you! We got running water in Knoxville, it is truly amazing. Except now, on one of our dips we lost the attachment thing that hooks up the shit pipe so now we have no water. Although it is raining I’m sure they wouldn’t notice if we drained onto the ground but this day has left us with only a liquid appetite.

And to top it all off, we are out of popcorn.

Worst day in Trudy History.