"all the day long...": The Silly Saga of an Epic Enterprise: Epilogue

Okay, I know this is a long time from the rest of them, but there's a grand part that I never told you. And it's wonderful, and you should know it.

After our lovely adventure in St. George, we drove the rest of the way to Provo. I was pulled over for the first time ever, in Orem, and it was all very nice. It went something like this:

Both of us are rummaging around trying to find the car registration. We couldn't find it. Thank goodness he didn't ask me for it.

Me talking to Mike: Why is he pulling me over? Was I speeding?
Mike: Yeah. You were going 45 in a 30.
Me (not paying attention to what Mike just said): Well, I hope my ticket isn't too big.
Officer: Do you know why I pulled you over?
Me to the officer: Actually...no.

>Mike shakes his head, ashamed of me for lying to a cop<

Officer: You were going 45 in a 30.
Me (thinking this sounds vaguely familiar): Was I? I'm sorry.
Officer: May I see your license?
Me: Yes. (Mike and I struggle for about 3 minutes, trying to get it out of my wallet. Mike finally succeeds.) (Officer takes it back to his car.)

Mike (as the officer leaves): You know you didn't have to lie to him.
>Abi doesn't know what Mike means, so she just sits there, puzzling. (I didn't get what he meant until about 2 days later.)<
Officer comes back, gives me back my license.
Officer: Okay, I'm just going to give you a warning. Just slow down.
Me in my mind: Thank you, thank you, you're my favorite policeman ever! (Besides Grandpa of course!)

Poor Mike, there were at least two instances of me not paying any attention to what he was trying to tell me. Sometimes I ignore him. And I feel bad about it sometimes.

Anyways, from thence, I took Mike home, and went to Liza's to sleep the night. It was nice, and I loved it.

Now we get to the part I really wanted to tell you.

I needed to get home that day, so I left Provo. Which wasn't a big deal. Until I realized that I'd just spent a week with a whole bunch of awesome and attractive brothers and sisters that I was leaving behind. And that there was just me. Only me. By myself. In the car. For 4 hours.

I was sad. Very sad.

And I decided that I was only going to make it to Granny's before I needed a break. It's a good thing I did. I walked in, and she took one look at me before she grabbed me, sat me down, fed me lunch, and entertained me with stories and oodles of fun things she had found when cleaning out her closets.

It was awesome! There were old film slides and pictures of trips. Family, play programs, certificates, etc. Tons of odds and ends that just made my day :)

Black and white ones. (Isn't he cute?)