17 hours

In 1999 Curly and I drove to Colorado to pick up TK and help bring her stuff back to Cali. This photo cracks me up. That is Mr. Bear in my lap, Paul won him for me out of a claw machine. I am pretty sure that is one of Paul's shirts I am wearing. I believe this was the first time we were going to be apart for more than 2 days. The most important part is my mouth, I am betting I sang the entire way to CO. To this day I always sing in the car. The only time I don't is when I am concerned about something or overthinking something, then I tend to stare out the window