You didn't have anything written down?

Tomorrow is the day. I will not only be in a confined space with my father for an extended period of time, I will also be trying to prepare myself emotionally for a grandmother that is not the same spunky woman I so admired years ago. Though a part of me is hoping my family is being over dramatic, and things are not truly as bad as they seem, I know that the odds are slim she will even know who I am, let alone be ready to talk about her love for elephants and gripe about the color of my hair. I have been told she is covered in bruises, exceptionally thin, and utters only a few words daily.
My daddy and I have spent less than a collective five hours together in the past three months, our relationship has been strained at best, and his steadfast dislike for Tyler doesn't help things, nor does my dating a man only a few years younger than him.
Nakusp doesn't have cell service, not that I aim to sound like a little bitch, but... how am I going to live? I am hoping to god my aunt has wireless internet. Also, being as I am now a full blown smoker, I am a touch concerned about the family discovering my dirty little secret. I have all kinds of secrets, all kinds of skeletons. Here's to hoping none of them will be watching for smoke signals.