Day Four: We can go now.

Alright, it's time to wrap up the last few days of the trip, if I can even remember at this point....

Where were we? Oh yes, sleeping soundly thanks to Michael's collection of Hairspray lullabies. Thanks, buddy. The next morning we awoke refreshed and ready to head West. We were off to Baton Rouge to check out the station where Michael works as a sports reporter. After the tour we said good-bye to our wonderful host and got on the road to our next stop: Shreveport. We didn't have a lot time because we planned to make it to Dallas that night, so we stocked up on more sour gummy worms and Swedish Fish to keep us going. Bad decision. The ensuing stomach aches and blood sugar roller coaster rides were enough to make that leg of the trip the hardest. But it was all worth it because we got to hang out with the cutest family ever once we made it to town! Some family friends of Christy's welcomed us for a short little visit, complete with a new baby to squeal over (Check out the precious pics of Christy with baby Caroline).

We left the world's cutest family for the final leg! It went by sooo much faster, in part due to a stop at Wendy's. We really had no other choice, considering our friend Lyndey needed the market research and more importantly, Christy had never had a fry dipped in a Frosty! What a shame! I also informed her that anyone who gets anything other than the classic chocolate Frosty is a total traitor to Dave the Wendy's guy. In the process of getting back on the highway, with Frostys in hand, we legitimately almost died in a Texas Chainsaw Massacre scenario. Our navigation system (we called her Emily), led us down a very shady road that was ten times scarier than any of the shadiest parts of New Orleans. She (Emily) also had a bad habit of scolding us anytime we waited to long to make a move...out of nowhere we would hear a stern, "We can go now" from the car system if we were wasting time with useless tasks like buckling our seat belts or checking the rear view mirror for small children. Emily sure was feisty.

Anyway...a few sketchy rest stops in the middle-of-nowhere-Texas later, we were back in Dallas! Mr. Millweard greeted us (I think he was there more for the car than for us) :), before we passed out for about 12 hours. We needed to re-charge because there would be another little trip in store for us before I left town...this time Christy and I got to relax in the backseat while her parents navigated our way to Austin.

What a natural! (No, this is not her baby.)