12-30-2009, 04:06 AM
This is sort of a long story, but I'll try to make it short.
Every year, we drive to my grandparents' house, which was really annoying because we see them twice a week, every week. It was never really bad until my grandmother died, and now everyone hates going there because our grandpa has made himself a burden and he doean't shower or change his clothes, and we all know he should be in a home or at least have a nurse to come see him a few times a week.
Well, you know how all those Hallmark-type Christmas movies have Christmas angels/ ghosts, right?
We got everything in the car, and all of a sudden my mom stops and says, "We're not going anywhere!" in a weepy sort of voice. Apparantly, we had a flat tire, and we don't keep any full-sized spares, just the one in the trunk that's supposed to last you to the next gas station. And since it was Christmas, we couldn't get anyone to fix it.
My sister and I were so happy and started laughing about it when we went back inside. Then some ice fell off of our roof, past the window. Mysister asked what it was, and I replied that it was our Christmas angel taking off.
Hehe!
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