This time my parents outdid themselves. Now that the grandchildren want to plan their own crummy vacations with their own tacky friends to their own gaggy locations, my parents declared that our the last family trip would be the Last Family Trip.
So, as is completely logical, they just took us on the second annual Last Family Trip, this time to Israel (the mother ship).
Our family comes out of retirement more than Brett Farrrrrrvvve.
Next year we're going to celebrate the anniversary of the Last Family Trip by taking another Last Family Trip. My mother wants to take us all to London or Paris.
I love my mother's new hobby.
