Our problem is that we're always hell bent for leather to get to or from Santa Maria, CA - Lincoln City, Oregon. Kind of goofy on our part, now that we're retired. I think we're still in the old "we only have a week for vacation" mode.
Kid just arrived back in the States today after three years on Okinawa. SIL will be stationed at MCRD-San Diego. Now that we're living on the Oregon Coast, looks like we'll be up and down the I-5 ribbon quite often.
What the hell does this mean? I mean, I know what it means, but it's a very strange phrase. Who is bent to Hades for dead animal skin?