9:00 p.m. eastern Oklahoma
Writing this from the lobby of a Day's Inn in eastern Oklahoma. Yes, we finally made it out of New Mexico! I have a lot to tell you about our drive through the Texas pan handle and our stop in Oklahoma City, but we have to get back on the road--we're hoping to make it to Little Rock tonight.
So yesterday we passed this sign as we were driving along.
Good thing we had our scales in the car.
I wasn't too happy with what I saw.
Of course, the weigh stations are intended for truckers, so Lori waved them over.
They were totally into it! When Lori told the first guy he had to get weighed, he said, "You want me to put my truck on those scales?"
Why are we traveling with scales, you ask? Because I'm neurotic about my weight. My thought process was, I always gain weight when I'm in Albany and I don't want to balloon up this summer, so if I have my scales with me, I can stay on top of the situation. I know.
Anything for a laugh. Stay tuned...