Today woke up with shin splits from hauling my f..a.. up and down too many monuments and museums while wearing poor footwear. That's my excuse anyway.

I left my bride sleeping because she has been getting up at the ungodly hour of 9:30 lately, and went to the Smithsonian National Air and Space Museum. Very neat planes, with the highlights being -seeing the Anola Gay plane ( all u poor d.b's). That is the plane that dropped the atomic bombs on Japan.

The biggest highlight was seeing the actual space shuttle Discovery up close. That is just amazing.

Anyway lunch at Costco, buy better shoes, and off to wash Sara because she is loaded with West Virginian salt. Use my GPS to try and find a car wash, arrive at destination but no car wash to be found. GPS my sister's place and just to about to arrive and decide to try again, 5 minutes away, plug car wash in and it takes me back to the same bloody place but a different route.

Back at my sister's I went and gave Sara a bath which made her happy. Only problem is that Dom started talking glowingly about my sister's trailer and now we're doomed. Sara is going to break down at the worst time just for revenge. I curse that Dom.

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