Waiting impatiently for the weekend. Boy, I used to drive my parents crazy with that question. Back in the day, we drove everywhere for vacations. No way we could afford to fly. I loved to be in the car - because I suffer from motion sickness, I got to ride in the front with my parents until they couldn't stand my chatterbox self and put me back with my sisters to suffer. I didn't suffer that badly, as it only affects me if I have to read. But I squeezed every melodramatic bit out of it I could muster. Since those were the days before computers, DVDs, smart phones - heck, even touch-tone was in the future - we had to amuse ourselves with "I Spy" games and seeing who could find the most license plates from "foreign" states. (Fogey moment) Not surprisingly, my favorite traveling toy was a red plastic barn that held white rubber farm animals. It was my constant companion - I even remember the names of my two rubber chickens: Mudder and Feather.