I Can't Say No

... and everyone knows it. At least my family knows how to get me to do things they want me too. (My mother has learned to cry after menopause. It works every time. I'm a sucker.)

I've been trying to weasel my way out of going to Canada for the last month. I keep telling my parents I didn't want to go, and that I'm going to die in the bitter Canadian cold. I'm a pansy, I need California weather to thrive!

I have been trying to no avail! My cousin even started calling me all the time. She's pretty pissed that I don't pick up the phone most of the time, and has started calling me at 6:30am when she knows my mom is home, and that my mom will make me pick up the phone.

I eventually gave up, and told them I would only go for two weeks. It was really hard for me to give up civilization during the summer. I had no internet, I couldn't make calls, and I missed home.

So because I am the biggest pushover on the planet, and because I was never any good at getting myself out of things... I somehow agreed to stay in Canada for three weeks instead of the two weeks that I originally agreed to. How does this happen? SIGH.

So it looks like I'm going to be going to Canada for three weeks in Dec/Jan.