Last night we picked up the new-to-us “salsa red” Toyota Highlander.  Banjo Man drove it home from New London and I, driving the old Mazda, had stops to make on the way home.  By the time we got home, we barely had enough time for cabbage soup and salads before “Survivor” started.

So we waited until this morning (7:00!!!) to play “Pretend Road Trip”.

And yes, it was my idea, but Banjo Man went along with it.  There were rules, I told him:  travel cups for the coffee, music in the cd player, seat belts fastened and the heated seats turned on.  We were in Montana, it was a chilly June morning and we were about to get on the road and leave the Hampton Inn behind.

Here is a photo of me sitting in a heated seat.  If you pretend your ass is warm, you can play “Pretend Road Trip” too.