That's so disturbingly funny. I'm going to ruin if for those who don't get it. THE PHONE'S IN HIS BUTT! *gasp*
I'm going to Canada for two weeks. Next week and the following week. I'm excited but also scared-ish. Why?
One: My father is horrible with directions.
Two: I'm not any better.
We got lost in the hills by my house once. My dad picked me up from a friends house and we couldn't find our way out. It took us an hour or more to get out.
I feel like we're going to get lost in Canada. Or in the airport. I feel it. I know it.
Because I'm going to Oh Canada I can't get my puppy. *tear* But I get him when I get back! Which reminds me. I need a name for him. Wife! I need your creative mind.
