My parents have now ditched my sisters and me for the second straight holiday that we celebrate as a family. They weren't there for Thanksgiving Day and now they bailed on us during Christmas.
Seriously, my parents have more fun than I do. They play so much with their friends, taking random trips and doing spontaneous things. That's how I should be living! Sad... My parents are cooler than me...
Hahaha... The whole day wasn't completely without family though. My sisters and I spent some quality time together. We visited our old house in Fullerton (sigh... I loved that house) and even the old apartment we used to live in back in the day. So many memories... Later, we went to Denny's and we just talked about how things were in the past.
My favorite part was when we made fun of Verona and her sleeping habits when she was younger in Argentina. Verona used to have this shiny, orange pillow case thingie that she always slept with. (It was like an ugly, tacky orange rag.) She claims that she liked how it felt, but I think it's a middle child syndrome thing. She also used to suck her thumb all the time while she slept. Heh... Mayra made fun of Verona saying that her sucking was probably why her front teeth stick out so much. Mayra's funny... I like my sisters...
It was too bad that the stupid Denny's manager had to ruin my mood. So Mayra ordered a chicken melt sandwich and she told us that it kinda tasted weird. I took a bite out of her sandwich and it tasted like there was dirt in the sandwich. So I thought that maybe they didn't wash the lettuce or something like that. On closer inspection though, Mayra finds this blotch of green mold on the cheese. So we call the manager over and show him the mold. But this shek keeps denying that it's mold when it's pretty obvious that it is. He claims that it's something from the grill or something like that. (It's freakin' green mold!) Now, I usually don't get mad and I don't like making scenes at restaurants, but this guy was just being a stubborn idiot. In an annoyed voice that was pretty audible, I said to the guy, "You mean to tell me that this isn't mold? Are you serious?!" But the manager held on to his sad explanation to the very end... We ended up paying for everything (after having the sandwich replaced) and we didn't get free ice cream or anything. I went home pretty annoyed... Blah!
Yeah well...I can't end this post on a bad note. After all, it's Christmas... So, Merry Christmas to you!
Seriously, my parents have more fun than I do. They play so much with their friends, taking random trips and doing spontaneous things. That's how I should be living! Sad... My parents are cooler than me...
Hahaha... The whole day wasn't completely without family though. My sisters and I spent some quality time together. We visited our old house in Fullerton (sigh... I loved that house) and even the old apartment we used to live in back in the day. So many memories... Later, we went to Denny's and we just talked about how things were in the past.
My favorite part was when we made fun of Verona and her sleeping habits when she was younger in Argentina. Verona used to have this shiny, orange pillow case thingie that she always slept with. (It was like an ugly, tacky orange rag.) She claims that she liked how it felt, but I think it's a middle child syndrome thing. She also used to suck her thumb all the time while she slept. Heh... Mayra made fun of Verona saying that her sucking was probably why her front teeth stick out so much. Mayra's funny... I like my sisters...
It was too bad that the stupid Denny's manager had to ruin my mood. So Mayra ordered a chicken melt sandwich and she told us that it kinda tasted weird. I took a bite out of her sandwich and it tasted like there was dirt in the sandwich. So I thought that maybe they didn't wash the lettuce or something like that. On closer inspection though, Mayra finds this blotch of green mold on the cheese. So we call the manager over and show him the mold. But this shek keeps denying that it's mold when it's pretty obvious that it is. He claims that it's something from the grill or something like that. (It's freakin' green mold!) Now, I usually don't get mad and I don't like making scenes at restaurants, but this guy was just being a stubborn idiot. In an annoyed voice that was pretty audible, I said to the guy, "You mean to tell me that this isn't mold? Are you serious?!" But the manager held on to his sad explanation to the very end... We ended up paying for everything (after having the sandwich replaced) and we didn't get free ice cream or anything. I went home pretty annoyed... Blah!
Yeah well...I can't end this post on a bad note. After all, it's Christmas... So, Merry Christmas to you!
