There's no place like home.....

Firstly, Happy Mothers Day!  I know you all celebrated it before I did but oh well.  I love you all.

Today and yesterday were long days.  We drove to Mount Rushmore to see Crazy Horse but he wasn’t finished yet, which we thought was strange considering he was bloody started in 1948.  What is that about – get him finished already!!!!  We were so cross at paying $20 to see Crazy Horse’s nose that we zoomed off to see the rest of the heads.  That took us about 5 seconds (though they were extremely impressive) due to Grace yelling out “is that all?” so we thought we should keep driving as not to offend anyone.  Ooops.

We drove through Wyoming, Nebraska, South Dakota and are now settled in Garden City, Kansas.  Admittedly I am feeling very nervous and continue to scan the horizon for a twister, which is of course completely ridiculous as the sun is shining brightly and there isn’t a cloud in the sky.  Yet, I keep nervously glancing round under the guise of admiring the view.  Shano of course thinks I am absolutely retarded and has ditched all his Kansas sight seeing plans to drive us as fast as possible through the state just so he doesn’t have to see me twitch every time a cloud moves!!!!  And I am deadly serious!!!

On a more humorous note (for those of you who don’t feel that me forcing my beloved husband to miss more Indian battlefield sites in Kansas is funny enough), Grace and I saw our first fossils in the windy state just this evening.  Were they of a Mammoth, as we saw in Wyoming?  Nooooo!  Were they of a Long neck or a terradactyl perhaps?  Noooo.  They were the sink taps in the RV park toilets.  I swear to God.  I believe they are about 50 million years old and have the lime scum and build up to prove it.  In the morning I am going to sneak in with my camera and try and get a photo because it is truly unbelievable.  Grace and I were both very proud of our find and hope they name it after us – “KarGraciasaurus.”  See what we did there……?

Anyway, I’m off to bed and am hoping to still wake up in this RV park and not the land of Oz.  Shane would be Tin Man right!??  I bags being the chick with the plaits but I think if Grace had her way I would end up like the witch under the house with her shoes sticking out the bottom.  Hmmmm.

Nighty night everyone and always remember… There’s no place like home.  Miss you all.  xxx