Easter Sunday

The youth wind ensemble that I play in usually meets on Sundays, but it ended two weekends ago leaving me free to finish homework... or not. Today I felt like I should be driving to practice. Instead, my family took a day trip down to Portland to visit my sister at her college for Easter. I'm going to recap my adventure.
This morning started out very nicely. I woke up early (around 7:30) in order to get ready for a day in Portland. I walked upstairs to an Easter basket filled with candy and an adorable stuffed duckling. There was no rain and the weather looked as if it might clear up a bit and let through some sunlight. My dad then appeared, yelling at me to get dressed when I still had an hour and he clearly wasn't ready. I finished up a delicious breakfast and prepared for our trip by 9:00, the time we were supposed to leave. An hour later my dad finally came out of his room. We went on our way.
The three hour car ride was fairly boring considering I forgot my ipod, candy, and driving handbook on the counter at home. My dogs were keeping me entertained by jumping on my lap. Suddenly, one of my dogs started to lick my shirt. It turns out she had left some poop drizzle on my shirt and kindly decided to clean it off for me. I freaked out and threw off my shirt(yes, I had a tank top underneath) and shut my dogs in their rightful area, the trunk. For the rest of the trip, I zoned out and tried to ignore the goosebumps on my arms.
We arrived in Portland and met up with my sister to check out the senior art exhibit on her campus. Eventually we went out for "brunch" around 2:00. We checked to see if the art store was open to buy a new canvas because my sister's was stolen or misplaced, but it was closed. The dogs did their business and we drove my sister back to her dorm. I did not want to walk her to her room because I would have to walk through the pouring rain in a tank top. She got mad at me because she "felt as if I did not enjoy visiting." Truthfully, I did enjoy seeing her, just not the unfortunate rainy weather or the poop on my shirt parts. We drove back home for a total of 6 hours of driving in one day. Ick.
I got home and felt bad for not having 2 and a half hours of French horn practice, so I practiced for a little over an hour. Homework will be saved for a later day because this week is SPRING BREAK!!! YES!