I
have promised not to murder my entire family.
So
far so good.
One
day of traveling with them is almost enough to want to slit their throats.
Every freaking pull out on the highway must be viewed by my mother. It’s like
she thinks the mountains are going somewhere. I know that the drive is very
pretty, but if she wakes me up one more time to look at a rock, I’m going to
push her off a cliff.
My
brother is just annoying. I mean, he’s my brother, but whatever. At least my
dad is cool.
Challenge
to my Readers:
Your
family is all you’ve got. Don’t go killing them until your place in the will is
assured.
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