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Rating: PG-13
According to the directions it was going to take us three and a half hours to get to Bland Correctional Center. If I'm not crazy all ready, I will be after spending time in the car with my sister and sister-in-law. The map says to take I-81 south, then take I-77 north-west. The ride started out with me wanting to kill them both, but after an hour in the car with them. I was holding my sides from laughing so hard. Things started out normal, until my sister got surgar in her. She decided to throw things at Stephanie, which Stephanie threw them at me for no reason. Winky soon got bored with that and started in on me, by turning around and just stared at me. Then all of a sudden she just starting singing very loudly. Bobbing her head up and down to the cd, like one of those bobbing head dog statues that you put on your dash board.
Stephanie turned slightly in her seat and replied, "No more sugar for you. You've been cut off."
Winky glared at her and stated, "Touch my stuff and I'll bite you."
Steph just flipped her off and Winky, quick as a snake, jumped forward trying to bite Steph's finger.
She pulled back and smacked my sister in the head, which started a slap fight. The car started to swerve back and forths on the road. Cars were honking and I had to break them up before we got into a wreck or stopped by a cop.
"Will you two stop before we wreck or worse we get pulled over," I said coming between them.
Winky pushed me back into the seat and replied, "You need to slow it down Punk. We're not going to wreak. We do this all the time."
"Yeah Punk. You need to stop being so paranoid," Stephanie chimed in.
I glared at her and Stephanie just had a big smile on her face. If they wanted to horse around, let them do it when I'm not in the car with them. I already had a car phoebia, due to Chris's countless antics when we visit his mom's house in Maryland. Then again car wrecks don't help the matter much either. Stephanie went back to watching the road and I sat back trying hard to enjoy the car ride. Winky just went back to listning to the cd player. Not a few minutes later, my sister let out a screech that scared the crap out of me and made Steph jump. The song on the cd had changed and bet you a dollar you couldn't guess what it was. Winky's face lit up light a christmas tree and she started singing along with. At this point you probably still haven't figured out what song it is. Well let me ease your mind, it's Day-O from Beetlejuice. Yes ladies and gentleman, the very song she was singing when we left Verona. What makes my sister unique is that she likes singing to people and we are no exceptions. She started with Stephanie at the opening corus:
"Day-o, Day-ay-ay-o
Daylight come and me wan' go home
Day, me say day, me say day, me say day
Me say day, me say day-ay-ay-o
Daylight come and me wan' go home"
Then she turned to me with:
"Work all night on a drink a' rum
Daylight come and me wan' go home
Stack banana till the mornin' come
Daylight come and me wan' go home"
Then she rolled down her window to sing to the guy next to us in a Mercedes Benz.
"Come, Mister tally man, tally me banana
Daylight come and me wan' go home
Come, Mister tally man, tally me banana
Daylight come and me wan' go home"
Stephanie speed up and I scooted down in the back seat, so he couldn't see me. Then she began to dance to it. Not just any dance, but the one Will Smith does sometimes on the old eighties TV show Fresh Prince. She moves her hips and arms in a circular motion like she was churning butter and with a bounce she yells,
"It's six foot, seven foot, eight foot BUNCH!
Daylight come and me wan' go home
Six foot, seven foot, eight foot BUNCH!
Daylight come and me wan' go home"
She finally got bored with that song and started doing the second thing she does best, skipping through the cd, playing only half a song each. The last song she came to was Get Low by Lil' John and The Eastside Boys. She left it there and started to sing this to us and by this time, we had every truck drive honking at us. To answer the question that's on all your minds, no my family is not normal.
Winky continued on with entertaining us for the next half hour, then she had to go to the bathroom. By this time I think we all needed to go to the rest room due to all the soda we've digested. A sign came up that the next rest stop was only a mile a way. We all let out a woo hoo and continued on down the road with a singing sister in tow.