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by Jeff Kinney
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to ANNIE
DECEMBER
Sunday
The worst part of having someone tell you about
their vacation is trying to pretend youre HAPPY
for them. Because no one wants to hear about all
the fun they
DIDN T have.
The only vacations I want to hear about are the
ones where things went WRONG . That way, I
dont feel bad for missing out.
Well, my family just got back from vacation,
and believe me, if I couldve stayed home, I
WOULD VE . But I didnt have a choice.
A few weeks ago, this vacation wasnt even
supposed to HAPPEN . We were just having
a normal December, and I was really looking
forward to Christmas.
But Mom and Dad were getting all stressed out
about everything we had to do to get ready for
the holidays. We were WAY behind on decorating
the house, and nothing was going the way it was
supposed to.
Im sure we couldve gotten our act together in time
for Christmas. But one night an ad came on TV
that TOTALLY turned our holidays upside down.
The commercial was for this place called Isla de
Corales, which is where Mom and Dad went for
their honeymoon. And the reason I know that is
because every time an ad for that place comes on
TV , the two of them get all kissy-faced.
It makes me uncomfortable thinking about Mom
and Dad before they had us kids. And I wouldnt
HAVE to if Mom didnt break out their honeymoon
album every year on their anniversary.
The night after that ad came on, Mom and Dad
made an announcement. They said that THIS
year, we were gonna SKIP Christmas and all go
to Isla de Corales instead.
When I asked how we were gonna get our gifts
to the resort, Mom said the trip WAS our gift.
I thought that sounded like a TERRIBLE idea,
and I was surprised Dad was on board with it. He
usually doesnt like to spend a lot of money, and I
was sure this resort was gonna cost a FORTUNE .
But he said he was sick of the cold weather, and he
wanted to escape to someplace warm.
Personally, I dont have a problem with cold
weather. In fact, generally speaking, the worse
it is outside, the happier I am.
I figured Manny and Rodrick would help me talk
some sense into Mom and Dad, and wed put a
stop to this idea. But those guys werent any help
at ALL .
So I had to accept that we werent gonna have a
normal Christmas at home. But what I REALLY
didnt like was that we had to FLY to this place.
Id never been on a PLANE before, and I
wasnt crazy about the idea of locking myself in a
metal tube.
Nobody ELSE seemed worried, though, and two
weeks later, on a night when we shouldve been
hanging up our stockings and sitting around the
fire watching Christmas specials, we were packing
our suitcases for this island getaway.
Monday
We left the house around 8:00 on the morning of
Christmas Eve. Dad was pretty uptight because
he wanted to leave an hour EARLIER , but Mom
said he was being ridiculous and wed get to the
airport in plenty of time.
It was only about twenty degrees outside, but
Rodrick was already dressed for vacation.
It turned out Dad was right, we shouldve left
earlier. Apparently, Christmas Eve is one of
the busiest travel days of the year, so the roads
were CHOKED with families driving to see their
relatives. And nobody really seemed to be in the
Christmas spirit, either.
What made things a lot worse was when it started
to SNOW . After that, things slowed to a crawl.
Mom and Dad started arguing over what time we
shouldve left, and Dad almost missed the exit for
the airport. He had to cut across three lanes of
traffic, which didnt look easy.
When we reached the airport, the main parking
lot was full. That meant we had to park in the
economy lot, which was pretty far away. Dad said
hed drop the rest of us off at the curb with all
the luggage and then come meet us after he parked.
When we got to the passenger drop-off area, it
was COMPLETE chaos. We tried to unload our
bags, but the cops werent letting anyone stop
for more than thirty seconds. And that just
stressed everyone out and made things worse.
I had to get back in the van so I could help Dad
with the rest of the bags. Ordinarily, that kind of
thing wouldve been Rodricks job, but since he was
dressed for eighty-degree weather, he got out of it.
He was lucky he DID , too. When we got to the
gate for the economy lot, Dad couldnt reach the
ticket from his window. So he made me get out of
the car to grab it.
Unfortunately, I didnt notice that there was a
giant slush puddle on my side of the car until it
was too late.
After we parked, we rolled our bags to the
nearest shuttle stop, which wasnt a lot of fun.
The sign said the shuttle bus to the main terminal
came every ten minutes. But there was no room for
