This is said today, when they've commented on how it would be impssible to get me there, because it's not snowing, but our driveway is a little slick, and they've sanded the roads.
Why the fuck are we living in Vermont with shitty little ancient cars no younger than ten years old, that can't be driven in the barest of winter conditions? Well, ok, they CAN, but my parents curl into little tiny balls at the barest dusting.
This is an old rant of mine. I've been dealing with it for some time now, starting with drama rehearsals as caellum can well attest to. Finally came to a head this year when they said no play for me.