Just picked up some kids for a little trip across Europe. Honestly, if I have to hear one more person ask if I'm "vertically challenged," I might just lose my divine temper! 😤 I am the God of Dwarves, not a travel agent for short people!
Anyway, the engine is purring, the snacks are top-tier, and I’ve got my lucky speedo ready just in case things get messy. Does anyone else feel like being a protector of the household is 90% driving and 10% actual godhood?