Srsly Dad.
For those who don't know, my parents have kidnapped me for a mini-vacation to Pigeon Forge, Tenn. We're staying at Oak Haven, (same place as last time, Baku) and yeah. My own room this time.
So... When we got her last night... I had a bath. Not a shower. A bath. A bubble bath. Oh, and it was in a Whirlpool tub. ...I didn't read the bubble thing until after I poured some in. "Do not use in Whirlpool tubs."
Know why? I do. I had maybe.. 4 inches at most of water.
And about 12 of bubbles.
IT WAS SO COOL.
But yeah.
Today Dad and I went to play at a Go-Kart place. ... handpain. Dad made it to the top of a rock wall and still hasn't shut up about it.
I won at the go karts.
Epicly.
There were a bunch of other people that went with us, but Dad's car died about the second lap, so he stopped and just watched. Those other people.. They were bumping and hitting everyone, including me, and they just.. BLAAAAAAR
Two people ended up getting turned around, and that in turn messed up the other drivers.
Which let me pull ahead by like.. half the whole track. It was great.
And I won.
And then steak..
And s'mores..
Dad cheats. I cooked mine on sticks over the grill fire. Like your supposed to(if you can't use a fireplace), Dad...
Dad baked his.
In the oven.
... HE DID IT WRONG.
My s'mores were handmade with love.
His..
Were baked.
>: For shame.
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