Everybody's got a Snowpocalypse but me. *pouts*

Five good things:

-- I did forty minutes on the treadmill this morning!
-- My dishes are done!
-- Surprise birthday party to go to in fifteen minutes!
-- I've got the rest of the day after that's over to finish my editing!
-- My freshly-washed jeans slide right on rather than putting up a fight to get past my thighs!

I'd include "I don't have a Snowpocalypse!" on that list, but quite frankly I'm getting a little annoyed we haven't had anything remotely close to one yet this winter.

Also, I started watching The Hurt Locker last night and the only reason I didn't finish was because I was so tired even extreme awesomeness couldn't keep me up.

Of all of the things I could have done without at my aunt's surprise birthday party ...

... having my 17-year-old cousin show me her new phone with the Confederate flag emblazoned across it right before she told me she hangs out with "n*****-haters" who hate "colored people" and she's proud of that was probably the biggest one.

Oh, and my brother slept through the whole thing. He knows he's in trouble, because even *I* got mad and hung up on him when he tried to apologize. (Granted, he was supposed to give me a ride there, so my dad had to leave the party and come pick me up, so I had good reason to be angry.)

Eh, why not?

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