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Road Trip! - The Not Piper Part

You gotta love Idaho Falls. And my family. My cousin, K had a date on Friday night. They went to Jaliscos for dinner. She left at 7:00 and we showed up at the house a few minutes later. We all decided to go out to eat too - all 7 of us crazy, loud family members. Guess where we went for dinner? Jaliscos. Guess where we sat - close enough to spy on them on their date. And we interrupted them to make her give us a hug since we hadn't seen her in ages. Yeah, we're just cool like that.

Oh, and my cousin's are blond to the core. During dinner, my cousin H told us her woes about going on vacation to the Dominican Republic next week. She has to buy a suitcase. But she just can't bring herself to 'commit' to a suitcase. Note: H lives with her boyfriend. Living with a boyfriend is acceptable commitment. Buying a suitcase - inconceivable. And I thought I had commitment issues.

Then she told us about her sister, D, who is going on vacation with her. D was putting in for days off of work and kept trying to take an extra 4 days off before they left. Apparently it takes 4 days to pack for vacation. And apparently not having a paycheck for an entire month is not enough motivation to pack the day you leave.

On Saturday, D came home in the middle of the afternoon. She was standing in her room with her purse on her arm, her waterbottle in one hand and her phone in the other and eating a cookie. Her sister said, 'What are you doing? Are you going somewhere?'. To which she responded, 'I was going to take a shower - but then I found a cookie.'

Sometimes I just roll my eyes at them. I love them dearly, but sometimes....

Comments

Kristine said…
Haha! I love hanging out with Family like that!
January 20, 2012 at 11:17 AM
Amy said…
The cookie thing sounds totally reasonable to me, just sayin'. Although that probably also says something about me... in my defense, I've never taken off four days of work to pack for a trip.
February 16, 2012 at 7:55 PM
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