pack your bags, we’re going on a guilt trip..

pack your bags, we’re going on a guilt trip..

argh.. christmas plans.. i called mum, and said that i may not be able to make it down south to see them, as i have so much work to do, and a few travel difficulties and what… 24 hours later…my sister calls me..”the kids are so excited about seeing mum and dad for christmas” .. then… just a few hours after that… my mum calls me.. “your dad says that if you’re not going, there’s no point in us going..” geee…

and yes… i’m going.. heh.. i guess dad’s my soft spot…he seemed so ..eh.. upset isnt the word..kinda disappointed.. so i’ll be away for three days or so.. i always was daddy’s little girl..