costco

we're at costco and my parents keeping trying to be me stuff. why won't they just let me sit in the massage chair and leave me alone?

armrest.

oh. my. god. my mom keeps trying to put up the armrest between us and she keeps hitting me with my elbow. it's going to be a looooooong flight.

i swear to gawd.

if my dad calls my juicy couture shoes slippers one more time, i'm going to scream.

oh man.

we leave tonight and i am D-R-E-A-D-I-N-G it. my mom told me she was going to get her nails done today and invited me to go with her. doesn't she know by now that i already have a nail place? why would i want to go wherever she's going? dang.

cake.

omg.  my brother just called and asked if I could make the cakes for my stupid nieces birthday party.  great, just great.  give me job when i'm trying to be on vacation.

books.

my mom txt'ed me earlier to see if i wanted a new book for the trip and i was all like GOSH MOM! i told you i got a copy of bo knows bo by bo jackson at the thrift store a month ago, so just leave me alone.

booze.

i can't believe my mom isn't going to buy all my booze on the plane! gosh.

i am SO not sitting by them.

we leave on wednesday and if my parents think i'm going to sit next to them on the plane, they're wrong.

they better leave me alone.

vaccationing with my parents is going to be wicked terrible. they better just leave me alone.