My wife’s sister comes to visit every Memorial Day. Tanya staying at our house wouldn’t be so bad if she didn’t stay so long. Two weeks is a lifetime to put up with her and her baby. I swear that thing doesn’t shut up and always wants to play when I’m trying to watch baseball.
Just like last year, I’m schlepping through the airport with more luggage than Paris Hilton. These suitcases would hold a normal person’s entire wardrobe. My wife and her sister have gotten so far ahead of me, I can’t even see them. They can’t go too far, though: I have the car keys.
My right hand’s grip gives in to fatigue and I almost drop the child seat. I pull the weight closer to me and my shorts slip a bit lower on my hip. Dang, I wish I could find my belt. My irritation grows because my shorts will soon be around my kneecaps and my wife could’ve at least taken the car seat.
Don’t get me started on the stupid car seat.
The “baby” doesn’t even need it. Tinkerbelle is a dog. A dog! I’ve got two beach towels in the trunk of my car to roll and stuff in the seat so the Chihuahua doesn’t fly out. My wife says we have to do this because Tinkerbelle means the world to Tanya.
Whatever. At least they spared me the humiliation of carrying Tinkerbelle in the pink purse.
Well, the folks at Trifecta have decided to mess with my head for the weekend challenge. The task is to use the first photo (the man carrying luggage) as inspiration for a story or poem of between 33 and 333 words (mine is 244). I’ve never done a photo prompt before, so it was a fun exercise.
Thanks for reading 🙂