The thing about road trips is that in theory, they sound so cool. Getting to make your own schedule, no stuffy plane to be stuck on, unlimited stops to check out cool sightings of the road.
But then there's reality. A car seat that no matter what contorted position you're in, you're uncomfortable and need to switch every 15 minutes. It's always either too hot or too cold in the car. All you want to eat is junk, and then all you do is feel sick to your stomach. Never a bathroom in sight when the urge hits.
Road trips blow.
I am a great road trip partner.
And by great, I mean if you look for the following in a road trip companion:
Someone who sleeps longer you think is humanly possible
Someone who has perfected complaining as if it is an artform
Someone who is always either too hot or too cold
Someone who refuses to drive, but has a lot to say about your driving
Someone who most always leaves something at home, and 50% of the time needs to go back and get it