“This sucks,” I mumbled less than a month later. “I warned you-” “Don’t remind me,” I snapped back at Skippy. “Hey, I wasn’t the one who thought coming out here would be a super-fun family adventure. You’re like the Dad who gets the family in a car, drives six hours to the Museum of Dusty Relics, and is surprised everyone didn’t enjoy the trip.” “I said don’t remind me.” “Someone has to.”
