Gahhhhhhhhhh.
I'm waiting for my dad to fucking pack, and I'm bored as sheet.
That would have been so cool, dude! The whole scene would have made for some killer photos.
Damn damnda mdan dmand admnad.
Damn. I can't type 'damn' anymore.
But guess what? Judging on how slow my dad's packing and how, well, this always ends up happening, we might be able to go to Big Boy's tomorrow for a 'Crissy's going to Canada' kickoff.
That and I really feel like a burger.
... Yeah.
(: