The wheels on the bus

Today, dear imaginary friends, I drove three hours south to drop the spouse off where his car was, drove an hour and a half northward to meet up with the family of the kidlet's old-town friend and take the two of them to a movie, and drove the other hour and a half home with both kidlet and friend.

Tomorrow I will drive the kidlet three hours south to return the friend to her house, and then come back home by way of an apple orchard. This is how I've given away most of my Labor Day weekend.

Dear environment: I am very sorry.

At least I didn't have to actually watch the One Direction movie.