Sunday, November 04, 2007
So, LG and I took the girls for a getaway to the Atlanta temple yesterday. It's a three hour drive each way. We left very early to get a jump start and it was a typical Southern Fall foggy morning.
Between navigating for LG, taking care of the kids in the car, and making the 7 soccer party calls from my cell phone, my mind wandered from the road. I looked up to see a wall of "smoke". I exclaimed, "Honey, there's a fire, slow down."
Yes, I'm a Californian and grew up among frequent fires. LG turned to me and said, "Go home hippie."
He didn't really say that but that's not the point. Our conversation just now went something like this.
Me: "Well, aren't fog and smoke from the same element anyway?"
"No, Fog is water; smoke is pollution, you hippie."
"What are you talking about you redneck, smoke is not pollution."