It was "Family Reunion" time. One of those rare occasions when all of my Papaw's surviving siblings were at the same place at the same time. This was the BIG event, never ever have we had that many people to the River at one time. Uncle Bobby kindly taught all the children how to catch grasshoppers and hold them just right, so that they would spit. Now grasshoppers make great fish bait, but they are also pretty good fun for chasing each other around with too. It was a wonderfully hectic weekend. By Sunday I was dragging. No where near enough sleep and so much visiting wears a person right out. One of the Cousins was planning on staying and running some catfish. Aunt Sis decided to make him some of her special Stink Bait. Now, Aunt Sis told me what she was putting in that mess, but I have to admit I didn't pay much attention. It was all I could do to sit close enough to her to keep company while breathing through my mouth trying not to pass out from the smell. I finally manage to scoot my chair around so I am sitting down wind and we keep visiting while she makes this wretched bait. What neither of us realized was that Cowdog (then a pup of about 3 months) had snuck in from behind and was under Aunt Sis's chair. We couldn't see her because she was behind the bait bucket...but some of the Uncle's could...and were making bets on what would happen first. Pup getting sick on Aunt Sis's bait, or Aunt Sis finding the thief and the comic chase that would ensue. Sadly for us neither of these happened. So now we fast forward a couple of hours. Jon and I have managed to pack all the camping gear and bags into the trunk. Boys are belted into the back seat with Jamie's car seat wedged snugly between them. They looked like little sardines back there. Passenger floor board is filled up with the ice chest of snacks and drinks. Yes that means I was expected to make the 2 hour trip home sitting Indian style. But that's okay. The car had a nice working AC and we figured the kids would sleep. Off we go. About 15 minutes down the highway Johnny starts giggling, Cowdog has the hiccups. Well, puppies with hiccups are funny...until of course they regurgitate a mess of stink bait into someone's lap. The screaming and crying sprang out of no where. Kids going berserk, Jon and I had no clue what was going on. Well, at least until the earth shattering aroma worked it's way into the front seat. So now we have Jon trying to get us pulled over to the side of the highway. Stevie of course has thrown up also, Jamie is chanting "Yucky Yucky Yucky" at the top of her lungs and Johnny is crying. Car is pulled over now. I jump out and bravely dive into the back seat while Jon takes Cowdog for a little walk. Now we have a problem. After cleaning up the "present" the smell didn't go away. This wasn't just a bad smell. This was an Epic smell. The kind to curl your toenails and make bald men grow hair. Two hours just turned into eternity. So much for AC. Windows were rolled down, and off we went again. 105 degrees zipping down the highway, wind whipping around that little car. Kids finally passed out from crying...just as we reached home. It was disgusting. Once things are semi peaceful again I take a moment to call back and let folks know we made it home okay. Voice on the other end of the phone..."So how far did ya'll make it before that dog threw up?"