Shhh! I think I'm stealing the bus driver's Internet. The disclaimer when I signed in said he was not to use this while driving the bus. I hope there isn't some tracking thing that will print out a report when he gets home that will tell his boss he was surfing and driving. He's got two little kids. I'd feel bad.
So we've left the hotel and are now embarking on a five hour trip (four? Amara and I can't agree. This is our first disagreement of the weekend. It was bound to happen) to Fargo where we will be let out to do--get this--more shopping. My grand total is already $459. Amara said she's going to make me eat some of my receipts (the limit is $400 for a weekend). Amara never claims her full amount and they still let her into the country.
We ended up at the back of the bus this time with the REAL trucker ladies. Woo-boy, when they aren't swearing and over-sharing they're whispering--how high school. (I know, that was so petty of me, I'm sorry Santa, I've been sleeping in a strange bed and shopping all weekend, a wee bit edgy.)
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