Let's just say the Road to Hana (or Road to Hell, as we are calling it) is now paved with something other than good intentions.
It is paved with the vomit of all three of my children.
It is a winding, one-lane recipe for car sickness with no room on either side to even stop and puke.
Solution? Let the poor babies hang their heads out the window and let loose on the side of the car.
Please don't tell the nice people at Hertz.
I am pretty sure I deserved this for going on about the blissful trip I was having.
That karma is such a beyotch.