"Livin on the Edge"

Sooooo here is how this story goes.

We are out at the launch site and Kimmie decides to use the porta potty (we are an hour away from anything). As she turns to shut the toilet lid...my rental car keys fall inside the porta potty. Being the smart girl that she is ...she knew better than to tell me what happened, so she went to find the only person who would be willing to help her and not tell me.......Uncle Jim!

Uncle Jim who is just like McGyver got a wire and made a hook on one end to fish out the keys, and a hook on the other end for Kimmie to hang on to. Isnt he clever! :) After some apparent "fishing" around Kimmie was able to find the keys and retrieve them. Uncle Jim then sprayed them off with Acid, diet Coke, windex and anything else he could find so that they would be clean and I could touch them to turn on the rental car without throwing up.

There was no way in "you know what" that I would EVER touch those! Finally, Jerry found me a plastic glove so that we could drive home. Kimmie is banned from holding anything of mine again!

This is a picture of Kimmie, Uncle Jim. and Tracey in happier times....aka..pre-porta potty incident.