Today is the longest day this entire vacation. My cousins left this morning. My dad came into our room—which is like the staging ground for everyone else—at like 7 in the morning and asked us if we wanted to get up and say goodbye.
No. Ha! Absolutely not. I’m tired.
Anyways… I’m not as heartless as I’m leading on. I’m just pissed at all of them.
We’ve been packing since we got back from being out of the house for a long time. We left the house at around noon and we ate at our favorite place… Serious Texas Bar-be-que! Wooot! Then we went to see Transformers 3. Dang! It was so intense. Half the movie was basically non-stop action and fighting. And one of my Hollywood husbands is in that movie: Josh Duhamel. Stinky Fergie.
And we got back around 5 in the evening and now what we’re supposed to be doing is packing. I think I’ve packed as much as I can so I’m good for now.
All of us are kind of upset. Our grandparents have had tons of visitors the entire time we’ve been here and we’re missing out on a huge tradition because their friends are coming over tonight. It’s so disappointing because I feel like I haven’t seen my grandpa all week and all I’ve done is worry about my cousins and sit around.
I’m basically ready to go home. I’m tired of being put off and not appreciated. There’s not much to say otherwise. We’ll be heading out in less than 24 hours back home.
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