"Out of my cold, dead hand...."

We are leaving in just a few short weeks for our trip and have everything set in place (well, mostly)....the van has been tuned up, tent sites have been reserved, and I am finally feeling a sense of peace about this whole thing. 

Cue the email "ding!" notification on my phone on this, the last day of school.

I open it up to see THIS:

 

My husband has apparently been Craigslist shopping RV's behind my back.  BEHIND MY BACK.  Not nice RV's mind you....what he's been shopping is something that Cousin Eddie would probably just love.  I got CC'd on an email he sent about this lovely 1989 Shasta.  I don't even know what that is.

Here's a lovely front view of the Shasta:

 

Can you even imagine us hauling this thing from here to San Francisco and back?  I mean, seriously--how the heck are we going to parallel park that near the Fisherman's Wharf.  We'd probably miss our ferry to Alcatraz because we'd be stuck circling the block trying to find a spot to house Shasta.

 

I replied to his email with a simple "ohmylord" but later when we had a real conversation about it, he tried very hard to sell me on it.  He was so excited about it that he actually said:  "if this were to work and get us all the way to California and back, I don't think I could ever part with it. We'd be set for family trips for life! You'd have to pry the keys for this thing out of my cold, dead hand." 

 

OY VEY to the max.