To save a few bucks on our Vegas vacation, I opted to drive home with my parents instead of hop on a plane with Sam. I figured, since he planned to go straight from the airport to work, I wouldn't have to rush home for anything.
On our 8-plus hour drive, the subject of Chinese zodiac signs came up (I forget how), and we spent a good 10 minutes trying to figure out what Sam's sign was. Through the process of elimination, we determined that he was born in the year of the boar.
In an offhand comment, my sister said, "Well, now we have a boar in the family."
What a perfect way to close out our long weekend.
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