Well, we're not in Missouri, like I'd hoped we would be by now - but more on that later. This Christmas season has been one disaster after another. All of the problems started after my dad left for Missouri. The day after he finally left, there was a huge snowfall. My mom, sister, brother, and I all spent several hours digging ourselves out. It wasn't fun. But luckily, that, combined with the ice on the road, caused the superintendent to cancel school on Monday. The whole situation was kind of weird - they canceled school the night before, which never happens. It seems that everyone got the news at the same time, and they were all texting us. My mom had to make sure, so she called the phone number for school closings, and we all listened on speaker phone as it said that school was closed. Even though it didn't snow as much was expected, it was probably for the best because the roads were really bad. I don't know if it was because of cut-backs, but the roads weren't cleared nearly as fast or as well as they usually are. Our subdivision was completely cleared until about week later. Okay, the first problem that occurred was that on Monday, the wind blew so hard that it swung our storm door out, and something happened so that it wouldn't close. We texted my dad in Germany, and eventually fixed it. Then on Tuesday morning, when my mom was going to drive us to school, the car wouldn't start. My mom got our neighbor to drive over with her jumper cables, and my sister called her friend, and she drove us to school. Then, to top it off, our water coming out of the faucets turned brown, and then stopped working at all. Apparently, there was something wrong with the check valve of the well or something like that, but we didn't find that out until my dad came home, and the well people came out. Until last Monday, we had to take sponge baths and flush the toilets with snow that we melted on the stove. Not fun. But on Monday, we got it fixed, and we thought all our problems were behind us. Little did we know what was in store for us.
With our well fixed, we got ready for our trip down to Missouri to see my grandparents. Every Christmas, we go down there, and spend some time with my family, and as usual, my mom didn't want to go. We were all packed, and ready to leave - which we did yesterday about 7:00-ish AM. We ate breakfast at Panera Bread and picked up our call-in order at Zingerman's. From there, my family drove straight to this Fort Wayne Starbucks that we always stop at. We stopped there to go to the bathroom, and get some drinks, and left. Our next stop was a Steak N' Shake in Indiappolis, but when my mom went to get her wallet out of her purse to pay for the meal, she couldn't find it. We searched everywhere - and I do mean everywhere. We called the Starbucks to see if anyone had turned in, but to no avail. With no credit cards, license, and much more, we drove back to Fort Wayne to look for ourselves. That's a two hour drive between the two cities, so even if we found the wallet, we would be extremely late to my grandparents' house. But as (un)luck would have it, we did not find it. Mom mom called in to cancel her credit cards, which showed no extra activity, filed a police report, and left our name and number at everywhere possible. And that is how we managed to drive for 12 hours, only to end up in the same place where we started. Yeah! Now we're stuck in our boring house, with no Christmas spirit (even though it is Christmas Eve), all bored and grumpy. To cap it off, when we unpacked the Zingerman's order, we found they had messed up our order - instead of one four-pack of brownies, they gave us four four-packs of brownies. So now we have 16 brownies, 3 pounds of corned beef, and a whole sour cream coffeecake with no one to share it with. The last problem is that basically everyone is feeling sick, and my brother threw up several times last night. Merry Christmas.
P.S. I changed the background to the map, per the poll, which like the map background over the book.
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