Our Trip to Hell-Almost

We tried going to Houston for Thanksgiving. Greg got us tickets on the Dow shuttle. Yippee. Only problem, we couldn't get tickets back without the kids missing a ton of school, choir, scouts, etc. We needed to get out of town for our own sanity, so, we loaded up the car and drove down to the Detroit area. Scary, I know. I mean, have you ever seen Detroit 1-8-7?

We spent a day at the Ford Museum, which was actually pretty neat. The kids got to help put together an old car. Every day the museum puts together and takes apart a model t with the help of kids visiting the museum. That was definitely the highlight of their day-- Or maybe it was the weinermobile.

Afterward, we drove around the city. Now, since Greg has this uncanny ability to get us to the ghetto of ANY city, I was a little worried. We did, however, stay pretty safe. When one of the kids had to use the bathroom, Greg wanted to drop us off at the bus depot. I had to put my foot down. I HAVE seen Detroit 1-8-7. And I know I was NOT going in there.

Kyle wanted to see the Joe Louis hockey arena, where the Redwings play. So we drove past that and then ended up on the road that leads to Canada. Too bad the kids don't have passports. We could literally see Canada, but we weren't allowed to go there. Kinda weird.

That evening, Greg discovered that we were only 40 minutes from Hell. Hell, Michigan, or course. He asked if we wanted to go there. I told him no. I thought I already lived there. He didn't like that comment very much.

Instead of going to Hell, we checked out the Detroit Temple and ate a very leisurely lunch while the Packer game was playing on the tv. All in all, it was a good weekend. It wasn't Houston. There's always next year.