Our Truck, Pocket.

Ellie, Scott, and I live about two hours away from my family now.  During the summer, Scott works weekends.  We go to church as a family Sundays, but other than that, every weekend is girl's weekend. 


Ellie and I go to visit my family fairly frequently.  It's a quick enough drive that it's easy to drive up  Friday night after work and come home Saturday night in time for bed.  However, the drive is ridiculously boring.  I try to come up with cute games to play; find the cows, look for birds, wave to the trucks, identify the road kill.  But like I said, it's a boring drive.


Luckily this last trip we had some entertainment.  I called one of my best friends, Quinn, to catch up.  She wasn't available, so I left her a message.  Not 5 minutes later, my phone was ringing. 

Caller ID:  Quinn. 

Real caller?  Quinn's butt. 

When I first answered I assumed I was losing service.  "Quinn, are you there?  Hello?  Can you hear me now?"  No reply.  Then I heard her voice in the distance and knew we'd been butt dialed. 


With nothing else to do, I decided it was urgent that we let Quinn know she'd butt dialed us so she could hang up.  I mean, we sure weren't about to hang up.  Of course we had to scream so she could hear us in her pocket.

"Quinn-delicious.  Help.  We're stuck in your pocket."

This went on for about 35 minutes.  Like I said, this drive is ridiculously boring.  Finally the call cut off.


Immediately after we stopped yelling....

"Mama, we in Quinn-delicious's pocket?"

Whoops. 


I said no and explained the 'joke', but that came 34 minutes too late.  Scott's truck will now forever be Quinn-delicious's Pocket, Pocket for short.  Although Scott preferred the old name of Meredith, I'm pro-Pocket.  Road tripping in a pocket is just way more fun than road tripping in a truck.