"Yes mom, I understand"
I rolled my eyes.
"Ok,ok whatever! IM A GROWN WOMAN!!"
"sorry..."
She hung up. Well it seems to me I have a road trip, all the way to Pennsylvania, let me add in the snow. You know this doesn't sound fun anymore. Maybe I could say I'm sick, or I have herpes or something. They'll never believe that, I freaking have 9 cats. "Screw my life", my head just kept thinking that over and over again. Well I began to pack for the "12 days of crappiness". (See what I did there, I crack myself up) I didn't really know what to bring. In Cali it's always 90 degrees. I haven't been to Pennsylvania in 5 years. I called my mom, again.
"Hey mom"
_________
"Yah, uh what do I need?"
"30 degrees!!! Wht the..."
"Mom I wasn't going to say it"
"Uh bye"
Oh my god. I'm in for this for 12 days. Sounds like indeed fun to me. I wish my parents lived in Florida since their old and stuff. After you retire your suppose to buy a nice condo off the coast of Cocoa beach. No. My parents live in 30 ft of snow. Good. Old. Cold. PA. I sat down for a minute and began to think. Crap. ALL OF MY FAMILY WILL BE THERE!! I have nothing accomplished since I left. The only thing I probably won was an award for dropping out if college. Shiz. I haven't told my parents. I can not go, maybe I could say car troubles. Or I got hit by a bus... That may work. Doubt it. I can't think of anything... I can just make up something of the top of my head. That ALWAYS works. (Notice my sarcasm). I began to pack again. Putting in coats that looked like marshmallows. Packing boots that went up to my knee caps. Uhg what a great way to start christmas.
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Home for Christmas.
Chick-LitKate is a complete failure. For college she moved away from her family. She had to drive to her family for christmas and face them even though she completely sucked. Can she make it home for Christmas.?
