Genius Golfer and The Boy got in very late Monday night. apparently--and in contract to The boy's tests he sent me on their sojourn home, GG said they went to a golf course that was a little further outside St. George than the maps made it look--30 miles west into Nevada and about 30 miles south. So it was on the outskirts of Las Vegas somewhere and based on the road they had taken, they made an educated--but hopeful--guess they could make it back to St. George for fuel before heading north and home.
GG wasn't even concerned--he said once he was snuggled into bed last night having woken me up when they got in. I wonder if The Boy's concern was as serious as I took it. Maybe he was just pulling my leg. They both think I over-react anyway. I could see them doing that.
I'm trying to be grateful they are both home safely and that we can all get back to normal and into the routine again. But my clean house I have enjoyed for three days by myself is now splattered with travel debris and dirty boy stuff. Yuck.
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