We did enjoy the drive and ate cheese and Italian sausage along the way. Joe brought a cooler. Here's a little Redneck Joe story for you.
"Karen, you know that turkey we've had in the freezer a couple years?" Well, I figured it wasn't good to eat anymore and I needed ice for the cooler...so, I figured I'd use the turkey instead of buying a block of ice to keep things cold!"
This he told me on the road right before we got to Tucumcari. Now, if you know me, all I could think of was a turkey growing salmonella in the cooler next to the water bottles and apples I've been eating and drinking. When I mentioned this, Joe said very seriously, "Honey, but it takes two and a half days to thaw a turkey for Thanksgiving and it takes two and a half days to get to Branson! We'll get there before it goes bad!"
Even Joe, Mr. Sensitivity, knew this bothered me. He must have been thinking about this as we drove along. So, this morning as I was packing for the next leg of our trip, I opened up the mini fridge in our hotel room only to see Tom Turkey staring back at me! Joe had decided it was better to drive with a happy wife than a dead turkey so he brought it to the fridge thinking he'd make some housekeeper happy with a frozen turkey for her! I can only imagine the look on her face! Most people leave newspapers and half eaten food! Not my Joe!
