Traveling in Relative Hell.
We are approaching midnight in the land of the midnight sun and it’s still light out. Today, I did good detective work trying to find my Mom and sisters. I looked at the cruise happenings and chose the event I’d hate the most, which was an ice dancing show knowing that they’d be at something I’d hate. Entering the theater, I looked for my Mom’s walker and I immediately found them enjoying the ice dance stylings of rejects from the ice capades. If this were Sweden and not Norway, I could be “The girl with the dragged on disdain”
Rubber Chicken 