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Sigh. I'm going to Branson.
We're slow enough today that I figured I would share. I thought it would be such a good thing when mom bought a condo there. Get her and Stepdad out of town more. I had no idea she would make us go there. And she gave me my own key. Uhhhh...thanks Mom.
Re: Sigh. I'm going to Branson.
Once we went to Branson when I was a kid. I assume it sucked, I mean it was fukcing Branson. But I don't really remember it. I seem to remember a train that took us up a mountain or something?
Anyway, for YEARS afterward travel agents would call our house and try to sell my parents on a trip to Branson. I guess they had gotten on some list while we were there. And they would always yell at the poor people about how much they hated Branson and that they would never (NEVER) go back there.
Sometimes I think about what must have happened to make my parents so violently opposed to it.
we all fall down sometimes
brass and ballet flats
"As of page 2 this might be the most boring argument ever. It's making me long for Rape Day." - Mouse
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Bonus - it looks like they are opening for this show:
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my dad is the black sheep of his family (well, his mom loves him lots). anyway, his whole extended family got ALL PSYCHED about omigah! we have to have a family reunion like we did in the old days (aside: i went to a couple of these as a really little kid and one of my seventh cousins twice removed or something gave me MOONSHINE. wtf? i was EIGHT. i spit it out. apparently i'm related to hillbilly carnies or something). and my dad was all "hey, how about vegas? disney for the little kids? seattle, since we've never been there?"
and everyone else was all "NO! branson!"
my dad was all "you all enjoy. i'd rather canoe on the river styx."
and now, no one from my immediate family, including me, has to go! yay!
11/11/11 = 5 years. Woah!