… The worst part about growing up is all the responsibility. Get a job. Pay the bills. Keep the kids alive. You always have to do the most sensible thing and make compromises for others.
No. Not this time.
I don’t care how impractical it may be and I don’t care that there’s a tree lot less than a mile from the house. I want what I want and I want this, my Clark freaking Griswold moment in the woods with my family! We are going to do this and they are going to like it or, so help me, someone is getting maimed.