Easter Sucks!

*omg yay it's Easter! baskets! peeps! hollow bunnies! family time!* NOOOOOOOOOOOOO


Easter sucks ass.

This Easter, I was supposed to travel to Philadelphia with Dad at the wheel, Mom sleeping in the passenger's seat, and Craig sitting next to me texting. It's the last game of the season for the Philadelphia Flyers who clenched a playoff birth earlier last week. We would've gotten there, ate some hoagies, or some Philly Cheese Steaks, and taken some pictures (I COULD'VE GOTTEN GREAT ONES FOR PHOTO!). We would've had a kick ass time, and I would be one jersey richer right by the end of the day- which is good considering I don't have a Flyers jersey anymore.


But no. No, no, no. My dreams, hopes, and aspirations were all crushed thanks to this stupid holiday. You see, we got the tickets back in November, and my dad told us about them on Christmas as a gift. But little did he know that it was on Easter Sunday. So, after realizing this AFTER 5 MONTHS, he decides we can't go. The traffic will be horrible, and it would take all day to get there and back. Think about Milo! Melanie would have to go home sometime right?


To sum all my anger up, we're not going to the game because my dad doesn't want to struggle with traffic. This would happen to me.

Dear Philly, I'm sorry I will not be there today. My deepest regrets.