However, a trip taken by the members of the Bras(s) clan would not be complete without something bad happening. It's a curse they warned me about when we got married. I used to be a doubter; now I'm a believer.
My husband told me that growing up they never went on a vacation without something bad happening. Big car troubles tended to be the most frequent curse visitation, though sickness and a few other "symptoms" were manifested occasionally.
A couple "for instances":
- The Thanksgiving before we were married the Bras(s) parents drove here and had bad car troubles. They had to rent a car while theirs was in the shop here in Provo.
- Last Christmas while we were in CA, a tree fell on a powerline cutting off all power only to their street. Then after that was fixed, the power went out again the next day (on New Year's Eve) for some other reason. Nothing like spending New Year's Eve in a pitch black house while a house one street up had every single light on...rubbing it in our faces. Jerks.
- When we went to Guatemala last year I got giardia and Matt had something similar, plus we had to take him to the emergency room the morning after we got back for "inflamation of the intercostal tissues of an unknown cause."
(Now, if you are a reader of their blogs and you heard about this before they told you, don't go bombarding them with questions...Make them think you heard it from their mouths first.)
I am glad we have a car carrier taking our car to TX for us this week, just in case the curse decided that wasn't enough Bras(s) clan calamities. Now we must just pray our plane doesn't get high-jacked or something...