Get Ready to Run

Hey Ya'll! So I just got back from a dinner with my grandmother, and well, it was eventful. I probably shouldn't be telling you this, but it's not like I am giving away too much information, so it's ok. We went to dinner and we all think my grandmother is losing some memory, which is normal for someone at her age. She had her glass of wine. Then she had another. And another half glass. That was one sign. And she also told us that her pastor from church was sitting a few tables away from us.  She told us 9 times and my brother personally twice. After I spilled my water all over myself twice, the waiter finally came to take our orders.On Sunday nights they have this bar where you can personalize your own bowl of pasta and watch them cook it. The guy that cooks our pasta is their every Sunday night and he is Italian and no one knows what he is saying. I just usually nod my head and smile. Bad choice. Over the years smiling and nodding has gotten me to: me liking foreign languages, me wanting to be a teacher of foreign languages, me playing the guitar, I live in Falkland Tennessee, I want to know how to make an origami frog, and making me look like an idiot when I smile and nod and it was a question. My siblings and I usually get pasta bar (that's what we call it) and tonight was just the same.  Last time my sister got pasta bar, she said she didn't want any sauce. He looked really confused when she said that and said, "White sauce or Red sauce?" she just said, "No No, NO sauce" he eventually got it and ended up drowning her pasta with water. No one knows why he put water in her pasta, but he drowned her pasta and turned it into soup. This time she knew not to do that and just got the red sauce. Once we were done with dinner, since my grandmother had drunk so much wine, my dad brought her home. He didn't want to say she had drinken too much wine though, cause she wouldn't have remembered. So he told her that the rest of the family was going to go get milk at a store and then meet her back at her apartment to pick up my dad. We weren't really getting milk, so we just followed them to my grandmother's apartment. My dad opened the door to the parking garage and drove in. My mom thought, "Oh we can probably make it through after them. NO! She starts going faster, trying to make it through. It would have worked if we had a sports car, or some car low to the ground, but we have a bus of a car (as I like to call it). It is a huge van (not white van). So it starts to close, and no one knows why, but we can't see it close. So we think, oh we are going to make it. I thought that till I saw the door partially closed. We ram past it. It took off a part of our roof and the rubber seal on the sky light. So if it rains any time soon, the water will seep through the cracks and into our car. Fun. On my way home I hear "My dad said that we will get my mom a new car in the next few weeks and I am so excited. I am starting to hate this car. It permanently smells like mildew, dog fur, and food that none of us ever found. My parents have spent so much money on repairs for this car, that with all of that money combined, they could have bought another car. It never gets signal for the radio, so we only ever get to listen to half a song. It was a loud whining sound whenever we drive it and I think it is going to blow up soon. When we got home the door was unlocked, which was strange. Me and my sister step through the door, since the rest of my family are checking out the car. Some of the lights are on.... strange. And my biggest concern was my dog was standing in the middle of the hallway, whining with her tail lowered. when we all got inside, she was happy again, but I am still worried that there is some murderer hiding in my closet. If I find a man hiding in my closet I am running out to the garage and driving my mom's car to the nearest hospital, and I am spending my night there, since there are people there all night. Yes I don't know how to drive a car, but I will manage. Anyway, some of ya'll might be confused by the title.... my mom ran her car into the door. I would run away from my house. Yes? No? Maybe? Chicken? Yeah the chicken has nothing to do with anything, but I just wanted to say it. Anyway, time for some quotes.









Bi Ya'll!