beerscum and line-dancing

Last week was spent mostly in a old blue Ford van with mismatched seats and a metal blue ceiling.  It snowed for most of the week (yes, snow in APRIL… no, Texans don’t DO snow in April).  The warmth inside the van caused streaks of condensation to end with tiny drips on our heads.  I looked over at one of the kids in the van and said, “The van is crying because it’s snowing outside.” You would think that Snow In April would be enough to ruin an entire week, but really the truth is it was one of the…