If you want something done right, you gotta do it yourself

Dad was supposed to be buying me a plane ticket for a trip I was taking. The day I was supposed to leave, I called him to ask where it was and he instructed me to check my email- I guess he had the ticket emailed to me. So I finally found it in my inbox, but I couldn't print it off... I figured I could do that at the airport so I just gave up. Shelly was in charge of packing me for a trip. I guess I never double checked what she packed, because when we get to where we were going... I had no clothes!!! Well I had clothes, but it really was only 1 OLD t-shirt and 2 SUPER OLD pairs of cut off jeans. She did remember to pack 3 different colored ribbons for my hair..... b/c I wear those so often (NO!). I remember being so irate and swearing never to go on a trip again. Guess if I had bought my own ticket and packed my own suitcase, I would've been fine.