Pit stop.

Driving to Corsicana, TX (I hate Corsicana) to see my brother dressed as Santa Claus in their redneck Christmas parade (I hate parades). My nerd daughter is arguing with my nerd mother about whether detached earlobes are dominant or recessive genes. My youngest two are having a marker fight in the back.

I don’t need gas, but I stop for it anyway.

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