Scoliosis Scarf is over a foot and a half long by now, I'd say. I am a knitting fiend. And also an old lady with cats in disguise.
I was talking to Sister and got so excited I stopped finishing my sentences and just babbled thoughts as I had them. I clearly need to spend more time with my sibling; she makes me immature, but it's a hell of a lot more fun.
My dad's coworker is apparently one of those people who Martha Stewarts her way through life--the type that bakes yummy cookies from scratch and then gives them to people in perfectly tied bags with red ribbons for Christmas gifts. I really hope she's not a temp.
I have yet to hear a Christmas song in its entirety on the radio. It's like the Apocalypse, but happier.
I hobo-ed outside of QFC with Sirius waiting for my mom to get me coffee (what is with QFC and fake hobos?); an old lady gave me a funny look; Espresso Truffle sounds pretentious but tastes REALLY GOOD. I am sad that it is seasonal. Happy that it'll be around for quite a while longer still.
I shoveled snow for the first time in my life today. It was ridiculous and I think if people are too damn wimpy to walk through snow, they should just stay inside. Still, however ridiculous it was, my mom promised to pay me. Cash is always good.
My birthday traditionally sucks, but there will be grandrents here who haven't been here for my birthday since THE birthday...and that one didn't suck, so maybe I'll break the streak thanks to those leathery old beans.
My grandparents are leathery old beans.
My dad is the FailChef. My mom is the vegetable chef. My sister....makes cookies, apple pie, lava cakes, and red velvet cupcakes. And she's the one baking something for my birthday.
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