Grr... Arg
Okay, so everyone has this relative.
They are the ones that you avoid avoid at all costs, because you would rather drive a rusty spike through your eye than go hang out with them.
I think I just got roped into having dinner with my version of this relation. I tried to get out of it, saying that I had to pack, but STUPID DADDY had to tell her that he wanted to get the car packed early. Like before dark early.
See, this is why you should always, always, always go to church. If I hadn't shirked it off to pack my suitcase, then I would have missed the call, and this wouldn't be happening.
ACK! Why me? My brother is laughing at me right now. He gets to go up to camp, or bowling with his friends. I would go up to camp. I would drive in circles in the mud to get out of this! And anyone who really, really knows me knows that mud is like my mortal enemy. I don't like to get dirty. I don't like to get sweaty. I don't like to get my car muddy. I'm that girl who wipes the speck of schmutz off her windshield the second it happens. But this is desperate times... I just wish that I knew what to do!
Katherine
They are the ones that you avoid avoid at all costs, because you would rather drive a rusty spike through your eye than go hang out with them.
I think I just got roped into having dinner with my version of this relation. I tried to get out of it, saying that I had to pack, but STUPID DADDY had to tell her that he wanted to get the car packed early. Like before dark early.
See, this is why you should always, always, always go to church. If I hadn't shirked it off to pack my suitcase, then I would have missed the call, and this wouldn't be happening.
ACK! Why me? My brother is laughing at me right now. He gets to go up to camp, or bowling with his friends. I would go up to camp. I would drive in circles in the mud to get out of this! And anyone who really, really knows me knows that mud is like my mortal enemy. I don't like to get dirty. I don't like to get sweaty. I don't like to get my car muddy. I'm that girl who wipes the speck of schmutz off her windshield the second it happens. But this is desperate times... I just wish that I knew what to do!
Katherine
posted by rosie4299 at 6:16 PM
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Thank God!
I got out of that dinner.
My mother really does love me. She called and said that we were too busy, and that they couldn't afford to lose me for even an hour. The beauty of having a family that is known for the ability to procrastinate and be late for everything!
K
Thanks for your update! I was upset I wasn't able to get to the puter to chat with you. Blame the weather! Grrr.
Hope you have a safe trip. I'll be waiting for Damien!
~M
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