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farmward tomorrow. i don’t wanna drive. i want to be there but i don’t want to drive 300 miles.
i am tired, that is all. it’s been a long season.
i might have talked dude down from Peru and into like, the Grand Canyon. I went there when I was 12, during their monsoon season, July or so, and it was stunning and Too Much and I was totally blown away by it. I’d love to go back as an adult. If we went in January, well the North Rim would be mostly closed, and it’s cold as fuck in Arizona but it’s not Buffalo, you know? I think it’d be worth doing, and the South Rim which is so crowded all summer would probably be… not so bad? And then we could like, look at Phoenix and stuff, and then come home and not be on planes our whole lives. Arizona was the first big trip I took as a kid that I really remember, and has a special place in my heart. (Dad was stationed at Ft Huachuca near Nogales for a summer, so we went down for 2 wks to visit him. Middle-Little’s most concrete memory is that the rental car had power windows, which we’d never seen before, and cruise control. If that doesn’t give you some idea of what year it must have been… well, like 1991, I won’t make this a weird Oregon Trail Generation shibboleth or whatever.)
Also like… we’re going to go to Maryland for Christmas… to pretty close to Baltimore… we could totally just throw in an overnight in D.C. too, and while I know DC isn’t an Exotic Getaway, I also know it has some fucking bangin museums I’ve never seen and that is my jam, so like. If one wants to vacation, one could do that.
If it wasn’t for dude’s boss’s Find Yourself In Travel fetish, I stg– dude some of us are way too Puritan to like, find relaxing pointlessly enjoyable, who has fucking time for that, if you relax the brainweasels have time to shriek. No, dude, we don’t stop like that. I’ll go somewhere but I’ll be a lot happier if I have a thing I gotta do while I’m there.
Did I ever mention that we went to Norway to my cousin’s wedding and Middle-Little and I wound up volunteering to iron all the tablecloths during setup? Our cousin was like, no no, go do something touristy, I just have to set up the venue , and we looked around and we were like you are going to be here all night teach me how to use this foreign dishwasher and we’re going to get this shit done. His best man was like, who are you, and we were like, back off this is what we do. [Ourlastname] girls don’t idle well. We’re like the border collies of wedding receptions. if you don’t give us something to iron we’ll find something to iron.
We are going to be the little old ladies from Hell.

farmward tomorrow. i don’t wanna drive. i want to be there but i don’t want to drive 300 miles.
i am tired, that is all. it’s been a long season.
i might have talked dude down from Peru and into like, the Grand Canyon. I went there when I was 12, during their monsoon season, July or so, and it was stunning and Too Much and I was totally blown away by it. I’d love to go back as an adult. If we went in January, well the North Rim would be mostly closed, and it’s cold as fuck in Arizona but it’s not Buffalo, you know? I think it’d be worth doing, and the South Rim which is so crowded all summer would probably be… not so bad? And then we could like, look at Phoenix and stuff, and then come home and not be on planes our whole lives. Arizona was the first big trip I took as a kid that I really remember, and has a special place in my heart. (Dad was stationed at Ft Huachuca near Nogales for a summer, so we went down for 2 wks to visit him. Middle-Little’s most concrete memory is that the rental car had power windows, which we’d never seen before, and cruise control. If that doesn’t give you some idea of what year it must have been… well, like 1991, I won’t make this a weird Oregon Trail Generation shibboleth or whatever.)
Also like… we’re going to go to Maryland for Christmas… to pretty close to Baltimore… we could totally just throw in an overnight in D.C. too, and while I know DC isn’t an Exotic Getaway, I also know it has some fucking bangin museums I’ve never seen and that is my jam, so like. If one wants to vacation, one could do that.
If it wasn’t for dude’s boss’s Find Yourself In Travel fetish, I stg– dude some of us are way too Puritan to like, find relaxing pointlessly enjoyable, who has fucking time for that, if you relax the brainweasels have time to shriek. No, dude, we don’t stop like that. I’ll go somewhere but I’ll be a lot happier if I have a thing I gotta do while I’m there.
Did I ever mention that we went to Norway to my cousin’s wedding and Middle-Little and I wound up volunteering to iron all the tablecloths during setup? Our cousin was like, no no, go do something touristy, I just have to set up the venue , and we looked around and we were like you are going to be here all night teach me how to use this foreign dishwasher and we’re going to get this shit done. His best man was like, who are you, and we were like, back off this is what we do. [Ourlastname] girls don’t idle well. We’re like the border collies of wedding receptions. if you don’t give us something to iron we’ll find something to iron.
We are going to be the little old ladies from Hell.





