This will make you laugh, and make you sick. Not sure in which order…

I wake up this Father’s Day in a hotel in Florence, South Carolina.

Three of us sleeping in one bed because the height of bed sucked.

Wake up in the morning to Manny at the side of the bed. As I walk to go get his leash, I see what appears to be a crumpled sock on the ground. Like an idiot, I nudge with my foot.

It was not a sock. It was a big poop.

I clean it up, or so I thought. Seems I left a little nugget somewhere on the carpet. Which a kid promptly stepped in and not realizing it, got back into bed. 😂

After spending 30 minutes, cleaning the hotel room to make sure they don’t apply that $50 deposit for incidentals, we hit the road.

On the road, Manny - who , for some reason, has a fear of getting into the car - decides to throw up on the seat.

The kids clean up the vomit, or at least as much as they can. Manny then immediately proceeds to lick up, whatever is left between the cracks of the cushion.

And then Winston decides to throw up!

And no, it has nothing to do with my driving! 😂

As we’re driving, we watch Lord of War. Skipping over two scenes which were violent beyond thresholds.

After watching (in my case, listening) to the movie, we listen to a documentary on how the DEA arrested the merchant of death - Viktor Boit.

Pretty fascinating documentary. It was made before he was traded for that basketball player.

Heavy traffic at Richmond.

We should be at the hotel with at least an hour to spare before the show.

The kids don’t yet know it, but they are going to need to read some Supreme Court decisions and summarize them for me. 😝

And that has been our Father’s Day up until now.

On the road again!