Trains and Fried Husband Brains
I felt this little mini adventure deserved it’s own blog post because it’s important to document in full detail the final nail in the ‘CRAZY HUSBAND COFFIN” when it comes to catching trains. I know it’s low hanging fruit to continue to pick on him but there is just so much crazy to share.
First the backstory because you bitches know how I like a good story of the posterior region. So apparently getting from Venice to Munich, Germany isn’t “the super duper journey of ease, sunshine and joy” we may all think. Who knew the Alps were so ~BARSTARD WELL BIG~ and hard to get over. Around about this point in the trip planning/headscratching phase I royally forked up and stupidly listened to a so called friend who said “hey sexy mumma of awesomeness, why don’t you guys catch the OVERNIGHT SLEEPER TRAIN?” This evil queen then suggested “it will be fun and really ROMANTIC”. (please note I am now reversing the friend truck away from her ha).