100 words | four guys, a prius, and drool

The car was headed in the right direction (forward), the sandwiches were made and packed by some lovely people (at safeway), and the road conditions were just perfect (empty). We were ready to go! Suddenly…drip, drip, drip. I looked over at George and was ready to utter “for pete’s sake…” when I noticed the little dog sitting next to me. Yes, Alfalfa had made the trip (and the Gatorade) and his strategically placed drool is now running down the length of my arm. George: “oh he’s like that on car-rides.” Nice. This was shaping up to be an interesting day.