The best laid plans…

Whoa, hey, what?

It’s November 16th? Are you sure? But, that only leaves us like a month to get to San Francisco, find an apartment, get jobs, and then ask for time off to fly home for Christmas.

Huh.

And we haven’t even seen Vegas yet!

You know what? Forget it.

Forget the whole thing. Forget Manifest Destiny.

We’ll say it again:

Forget. Manifest. Destiny.

Let’s just get to San Francisco, and then go home. Maybe we’ll finally find the time to write about everything that happened between Kentucky and whatever mystery location we’re at right now (it’s the Grand Canyon). We’ve seen 34 states. Enough is enough.

No, wait. We’re not done here. We want to see all the states!

Two of the states don’t touch the others? Well, never mind. If they’re too good to share borders with the real America, then we don’t need them.

Forty-eight continental states, here we come!

Alaska and Hawaii, you are dead to us.

So, it’s settled then, right? Get to San Francisco, keep on going, see all the states we missed.

Alrighty.

Glad we had this talk. Sleep well.

What? No, I said, “Sleep well” and then I asked, “What?” because I thought you said something, but I guess you didn’t say anything.

So, goodnight.

Good talk, good talk.