It’s my fault really. I didn’t need to stay out until 11:30pm on Friday buying shoes and having a late dinner with Christine, especially since I knew I had to be at mom and dads by 7am the next morning, which means up at 5am in the car by 6am all on a Saturday! Of course I could have gotten up later if I would have packed the night before (see shoe story above).
When I get to mom and dads they aren’t even ready, we’re talking still in robes sipping on some coffee – strike number one for the day. Then when we finally load into the car its 9 freaking 30 in the am – strike number two. Then some luck, we got on the ferry right away (which never happens on a busy “holiday-type” weekend). BUT THEN we circle for an hour because the ferry before us had two dillholes who thought it was hilarious to say that they had a bomb in their truck. So the ferry was evacuated and the bomb squad was called all while me and my folks are drifting with many others looking longingly at the dock that we can not get to.
Then Sunday rolls around and we stuff our face with burgers, hangout with the extended fam and head back to home (after kicking grandma and grandpa out at the rest home ala Simpson style… At the ferry terminal we discovered that the 4:30pm ferry was not coming – ever – because the wind was too strong so we had to drive around the Island to catch a different ferry. I got home at 10pm…
That’s a lot of quality time with mom…
CW
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