Hubby and I finally stopped for the day. We chose a hotel in Olive Branch, Mississippi instead of in Memphis, which is only 23 miles (35 km) away. Next to the hotel was a BBQ joint. We ordered the "dinner for two" full rib meal. The rib rack was over a foot long. We could only eat half of it, but took the rest to the hotel. Tomorrow we'll go in to Memphis, maybe drive near Graceland, and then on to Hot Springs National Park, in Arkansas, where we might stay three nights, for a break.

We had a blast driving this evening. At one point, Hubby said he reached 120 mph (193 kmh) on the highway, but said he did that by following someone else doing even more. I didn't even notice because I was on my phone, plus our new plug-in hybrid car is like being in a space ship. He only even told me because I scolded him when I noticed the speedometer at 92 mph (148 kmh), at one point. Then we put our satellite radio on the "Music from the 1970s" station, and sang along to numbers 55 to 30 of their top 300 countdown. Gotta love that stuff! And during one particularly spirited song, we noticed literal fireworks going off in the distance. In general, fireworks must be more popular in the south than in the north. In many states, you see fireworks stores all over. Also lots of highway billboard signs for injury lawyers.

During our dinner conversation, Hubby said they played The Knack's "My Sharona" while I was in the bathroom at a rest stop. I could have killed him for telling me, since that's my ultimate favorite car dance song.