So this is basically what would happen if my family and I moved to waffle town. These aren't our real names, but I don't care, Jake= my sister's hubby
Leslie= my sister
Tony= my brother
Mom= my mom
Dad= my dad
Angela me
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"Are we there yet?" Tony asked for the millionth time.
Why we had to take a boat instead of a plane, I don't know, nor do I care.
I was wondering where Leslie was, probably sleeping. "Where's Jake?" Tony asked. "Probably sleeping." I responded dully.
Yeah, they were made for each other.
"We're almost there!" Pascal said. Boy did I feel sorry for him! I mean, who names their son Pascal!
We were supposed to have a farm here, at least, that's what captain crunch said! Yes, I'm calling the mayor captain crunch because he has a town full of breakfast! (Although I don't know who would eat soufflé as a breakfast… Other than me.)
When we got there, everyone was in the town square, I mean, I didn't even know they existed anymore, I thought there were only main streets.
We walked into the town square, and my heart stopped. He was standing there all alone, other than that creepy little girl smiling up at him, but I can get rid of her Angela style. (just by replaying how the trip here went!)
"Hi." Some dude, mildly cute came up to me, he had blonde hair, and was wearing plaid.
Cause you know what they say dontcha? Tough men wear plaid!
I would've been psyched that someone even with his features said hi to me.
But I was to busy looking at the hot guy!
He had orange locks that went everywhere, except where he had bobby pins in his hair, and he was whering an apron.
Tough men may wear plaid, but hot men wear bobby pins and an apron!
Leslie came up to me and said, "looks like someone has googly eyes!" And of course being the sharp one that I am, yelled, "It's that easy to tell!!!" Everyone stared at me.
That's when my brother cued in and sid, "You'll have to excuse my sister, she often has spaz attacks." And that just set me off, "Oh yeah?!?" "Yeah!!!" " Well I actually grew out of Sesame street underwear when I was FOUR!!!"
With help from my sister and brother in law, my parents managed to move us away from the other people.
And of course my dad couldn't pass up the opportunity, so out came, "Hopefully they'll kill each other with their comments."
So I made a big idiot of myself in front of the cutest boy ever, the blonde probably thinks he has a go with me now, and everyone thinks (ahem, knows) I have spaz attacks.
Well, it went better than usual!