Christmas Is For Family
Dec. 24th, 2009 07:51 pm So, after we finished eating ourselves stupid on tamales (OM NOM NOM SO GOOD), we - meaning me, my dad, my aunt, my uncle, my uncle's wife, and their sprog - piled into my aunt's pick-up truck to drive around the city and see the luminarias. Less than a minute after we left the house, this happened:
UNCLE (in the passenger seat): You know, just because you have a V8 engine for once, doesn't mean you have to use it.
DAD (driving): Ha, yes, I totally do.
UNCLE: I'm serious, there's a three-year-old in the car. If you're going to drive like that (note: that being two miles under the speed limit), just take us home right now.
DAD: Screw you, I'm driving fine. If you're going to be like that, you don't have to come.
DAD: *attempts to turn the car around to drive back to the house*
DAD: *makes the wrong turn into a dead-end street*
ME: *cracks up in the backseat*
Oh, my family. Sometimes I wonder how we've lasted this long without anyone killing anyone else.
UNCLE (in the passenger seat): You know, just because you have a V8 engine for once, doesn't mean you have to use it.
DAD (driving): Ha, yes, I totally do.
UNCLE: I'm serious, there's a three-year-old in the car. If you're going to drive like that (note: that being two miles under the speed limit), just take us home right now.
DAD: Screw you, I'm driving fine. If you're going to be like that, you don't have to come.
DAD: *attempts to turn the car around to drive back to the house*
DAD: *makes the wrong turn into a dead-end street*
ME: *cracks up in the backseat*
Oh, my family. Sometimes I wonder how we've lasted this long without anyone killing anyone else.