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Sam and Friends BookOnce again, our vacation has been canceled! This time, because of my dad's job, they're sending him out on a two-week trip that'll cut into what was supposed to be our vacation time, so we had to put it off AGAIN!
I swear to God, EVERY SINGLE FRICKEN (excuse my language, but apparently we're allowed to say that word) we TRY to plan a vacation, SOMETHING ALWAYS COMES UP TO SPOIL IT! Last year we made THREE different vacation plans at three different times, but each one of them got canceled - first we were going head up north and stop in Canada, but that got canceled because we needed passports, and apparently there's like a six-month-wait for them, and they cost like $300 or so (**** you Bush, Canada's not our enemy)! Second, we tried to head down to our favorite vacation spot in Florida, but that got put off because we were having more money problems and we couldn't afford to go down there. Lastly, we tried to go to D.C. so we could visit the Capitol, and more importantly the Smithsonian to see the Jim Henson exhibit, but THAT got put off to because my mom came down with a cold.
Now then: this year, we planned to go back down to Florida again; first we were going in September, but my dad's boss doesn't allow vacations in the month of September, and my mom didn't want to go in October because that's too late to go on a vacation, so plans were changed for late August (in two weeks as a matter of fact) but my dad's job has cut into our vacation time, so we had cancel again.
Not only that, but now my parents are mad at me because I had the nerve to actually say to them "I don't want to say 'I told you so', but I told you so!" And my mom always wonders why I'm so pesimistic when it comes to planning for vacation! It's been five years since we went on vacation, and sense then, dozens of plans have been made, and dozens of things have come up to ruin them! My mom keeps begging me to try to get excited each time a new vacation plan is made, but how can I when I KNOW SOMETHING IS GOING TO COME UP? !
I'm sick of this house, I'm sick of the scenery, I'm sick of this day-to-day life, I'm sick of the monotony, and I'm sick of planning for vacations that'll never happen!
I know this is cruel, but I was actually looking forward to sending Tommie to a kennel just so I can get a night's sleep without having to keep my ears open for fear that something will happen to her (even though my mom is beginning to think it's psychotic). I haven't had a night's sleep without worrying about her since we kept her in the garage for the week after the wolves attacked her.
As of this day, I no longer believe in "vacation", because as far as I'm concerned, they don't even exist.
I swear, I could SCREAM!
I swear to God, EVERY SINGLE FRICKEN (excuse my language, but apparently we're allowed to say that word) we TRY to plan a vacation, SOMETHING ALWAYS COMES UP TO SPOIL IT! Last year we made THREE different vacation plans at three different times, but each one of them got canceled - first we were going head up north and stop in Canada, but that got canceled because we needed passports, and apparently there's like a six-month-wait for them, and they cost like $300 or so (**** you Bush, Canada's not our enemy)! Second, we tried to head down to our favorite vacation spot in Florida, but that got put off because we were having more money problems and we couldn't afford to go down there. Lastly, we tried to go to D.C. so we could visit the Capitol, and more importantly the Smithsonian to see the Jim Henson exhibit, but THAT got put off to because my mom came down with a cold.
Now then: this year, we planned to go back down to Florida again; first we were going in September, but my dad's boss doesn't allow vacations in the month of September, and my mom didn't want to go in October because that's too late to go on a vacation, so plans were changed for late August (in two weeks as a matter of fact) but my dad's job has cut into our vacation time, so we had cancel again.
Not only that, but now my parents are mad at me because I had the nerve to actually say to them "I don't want to say 'I told you so', but I told you so!" And my mom always wonders why I'm so pesimistic when it comes to planning for vacation! It's been five years since we went on vacation, and sense then, dozens of plans have been made, and dozens of things have come up to ruin them! My mom keeps begging me to try to get excited each time a new vacation plan is made, but how can I when I KNOW SOMETHING IS GOING TO COME UP? !
I'm sick of this house, I'm sick of the scenery, I'm sick of this day-to-day life, I'm sick of the monotony, and I'm sick of planning for vacations that'll never happen!
I know this is cruel, but I was actually looking forward to sending Tommie to a kennel just so I can get a night's sleep without having to keep my ears open for fear that something will happen to her (even though my mom is beginning to think it's psychotic). I haven't had a night's sleep without worrying about her since we kept her in the garage for the week after the wolves attacked her.
As of this day, I no longer believe in "vacation", because as far as I'm concerned, they don't even exist.
I swear, I could SCREAM!
