Cringe just to relive it again.

We were coming back from Spokane. We had shopped ourselves out if that’s possible. Now it was time for the endless drive across the deserted flatlands of Washington. We checked out of the hotel around noon on Friday. We had to get home so we could go to the most boring place on the planet and spend the weekend with dad for father’s day. Okay, so it's not actually called that, it's called Lucerne, but why don't these people just be tuthful? I mean how much fun can you have in a place with no electricity. Anyways, the second I got in the car I stuck on my headphones. I love Bette Midler but I was tired and not in a sing along mood.
We started the trip and I put my head down almost the entire trip listening to Jay-Z and mouthing at about a hundred miles an hour to the lyrics. I looked up once to tell my mom I had to go to the bathroom, and noticed the last pit stop until home whizzing by. Great, I get endless flatlands and a full bladder for the next two hours home. I just stuck my head back down and mouthed the lyrics again.
The second time I looked up it was because my mom had slowed to about point two miles an hour. About four deer bounded perfectly across the road and into the wheat fields on the other side of the street. We waited until they were all safely across the street and sped up again.
But every group has the tag-a-long, who knew deer were no exception? Right as I put my head back down mom slammed on the breaks. I looked up just in time to scream when we hit the deer. The deer sort of somersaulted to the side of the road and started twitching. I didn’t want to look at the damage because I figured the deer would jump up and eat me.
Well, the damage wasn’t bad, but when your in your fathers baby and he hardly ever lets you take it out of the garage, let alone on a long trip, hitting a deer was just enough damage to worry. The WRX, it had to be in the WRX. If it was the Expedition we’d be fine, but no, it was the WRX.
Mom dialed dad on her cell phone to tell him what had happened. I’d almost forgotten I’d had to go to the bathroom until then. I was in hysterics, and Jenna’s eyebrows were raised and she was biting her lip, she does that when she’s worried. Dad seemed okay, he had hit an animal before. But the first thing he asked when we called was if Jenna had been driving.
I had to laugh at this, Jenna was a new driver at this time and dad was a neurotic mess about her driving. Well we got home and the insurance company dealt with the car. We still had to go to Lucerne, you know, the most boring place on the planet, for father’s day. I was hoping all this commotion would cancel the trip.
Lucerne was boring, as usual, but before we knew it we were on the trip home. It was Sunday, father’s day. Who knew that the car wreck wouldn’t be the worst way to ruin it for him?
We all got in the boat, it was rocky and, as dad was the only one without seasickness in our family, mom, Jenna, and I were taking the routine pre-trip Dramamine. There was a lot of driftwood so Jenna and I had to navigate. (It gives me chills just reminiscing on this, and at this time I really wish I had written about something else.)
Jenna and I both saw it, but had no clue what it was, a bright blue fish? No, our eyes were playing tricks on us. But as soon as we realized there was actually was something there, dad had run over it. Instantly the boat died. Dad turned the key over and over but no enchilada. It was the first time I'd ever heard him cuss. I should have taken another Dramamine because I was so sick I was going to puke.
We were trying to check out our motor, and we pulled the blue thing out of the propellor. We felt really stupid, the thing that stopped our boat was not a piece of driftwood, or a rock, or anything like that. Nope, it was a bright blue rubbermaid lid. Tupperware caused our boat to die.
Dad radioed on every channel and we got two replies. One was from a boat too small to tow us, and another from the boat that hauls the llamas up lake. The llama boat came and mom and dad were trying to hook the boats up. Mom was holding the llama boat so that it wouldn’t hit ours when a wave hit.
It was the most disgusting thing I ever saw, mom had smashed her thumb between the boats and it was bleeding like crazy. I got her a bag of ice and she stuck her finger in. Jenna and I both can’t look at blood. It makes us sick, and added with the seasickness Jenna couldn’t take it anymore. She was over the side heaving up her breakfast.
So let’s recap, mom’s bleeding, dad’s having difficulty tying the boats, Jenna’s throwing up, and I’m sitting in a corner waiting to have something bad to happen to me. The other boat that was too small to tow us picked mom, Jenna, and me up so we could get mom to the hospital ASAP.
Mom went into the ER and had stitches. It took dad three hours to get home riding with the llama boat. Happy father’s Day dad, right? Well it was definitely a weekend to remember, (cringe) but that’s not always a good thing.