yeah, we're driving home from our school hunting tour of oklahoma and kansas, and our car just stops accelerating... we can drive 3 miles, then it starts gliding to a stop.
we prayed our way to mclean, tx. it's a small, small, one road place, with one nasty motel, one overworked mechanic, and the mechanic's neighbor with a semi truck, four dogs, three cars on his front yard and a nice harley davidson that he parks in his LIVING ROOM. really.
wow... mclean, tx.
then, we turned around and prayed our way 19 miles to the bustling town of Shamrock.
today, the kids and i are watching tv in our "lovely" western motel while the professor hunts down a new fuel filter.
can you believe that the 3 major hotel chains they have here were all SOLD OUT. for real.
shamrock is a happening place.
at least shamrock has a mcdonalds.
'there's no place like home, there's no place like home, there's no place like home'
and, um, i don't think i'm as much of a small town girl as i thought i was.