Listening to: Mysterious Ways - U2
So I will write about the youth retreat in my next entry. But I gotta get this off my chest.
At around 2 this aft., the bus got to Beamsville, and my mom told me to call when we got there. So I did.
Me: Hey Mom
Mom: Katie? You said you weren't going to be home for another hour and a half
Me: yeah well, we left early-
Mom: I can't come get you, I just got back in from town. Can you wait there for an hour?
Me: ...*resists urge to hang up* No. Whatever. I'll just call dad.
Um. Hello. You haven't seen your daughter for 2 days. You can't even ask how the retreat was??
The first thing you do is complain???
Well I'm sorry we left early, and I"m sorry that the bridge is closed and I'm freakin' sorry that you just came out of St. Catharines.