VAC

I actually finally got my vacation.
My dad’s account of the trip:
Dad was the best daddy ever, he bought us this nice comfortable van. He gave us plenty of time to finish packing, he went out of his way 40 miles to get my sister’s inhaler, he didn’t complain until the kids started screaming (and we were complaining brats) Mom took an hour shopping for food, well maybe 45 minutes. She bought us nice fake meat. They said we were silly for putting three naughty kids together in the middle row and one in the back with the dog.
And until he gets the computer so he can check his email, he’s going to annoy me like only he can. oh shut up