As soon as I was granted my Canadian residency yesterday (which went very well by the way), the first thing I immediately did was hop into a semi truck with a strange-looking toothless truck driver and hitch a ride down to Vegas.

I think I must be having a mid-life crisis or something. First my short haircut and now this.

Anyway, it’s been quite the experience, to say the least. Have you ever spent the night in a semi truck before? It will leave you feeling like equal parts hobo and whore, if for no other reason than the fact that truck stops are very seedy places.

But I wanted to spend some quality time with my husband this week (if in fact you can consider jamming out to Sirius satellite radio’s most annoying country music station for twenty straight hours “quality time”) before skipping the country altogether next week for a month and a half of more quality time with my family in Arizona. Some people think I’m crazy to leave my husband for so long, but Kyle and I are more secure in our marriage than to need to spend every waking hour together (his words, not mine), and plus, it’s good for us. Makes us happy to be married when we reunite.

Speaking of reuniting, any Mesans want to get together on May 7th? Comment or email me if you’re interested. Once we get a count of those available we can finalize the deets. Ha. I just said deets as if I was a person cool enough to pull it off. Awkward.

Also, I’m looking into setting up an Idaho reunion in Rexburg, which might be at the beginning of May on my way down to AZ, or perhaps during late June on my way back up. Any takers? Let me know what works for you.

And now I’m off to bathe at the pay-as-you-go fungus-infested showers at the Flying J.

Such is the life of a truck driver’s wife.

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