HAPPY 25th BIRTHDAY SEAN!!!!

Juliet.

I have a friend, Juliet whom I've lost touch with and she came to me in my dreams. It was a weird dream actually. Kinda scary, too.

She was getting married and she asked me to help plan her wedding. She left me in charge of printing out invitations and directions to the wedding and reception. Well, from what I can recall, I was being lazy about the whole thing, printed everything and then sent them out. The next day I found a note on the floor with a request for a change of address for the wedding and the reception, signed by Juliet. I guess I had missed it. I freaked out but didn't care. The day comes for her wedding and we're all at the Church and only a few of us are there. Juliet just figured no one wanted to be at the church that they'd be at the reception. We get to the reception and it's just a few of us there, too.
She asked me if I had gotten the note about the address change, then the dream ended.

I bet she kicked my ass.

My cell phone is broken.

Sean's back and he elbowed me in the neck, by accident of course. The big ole' ox likes to cuddle me but somehow he manages to hurt me in the process.
When he wouldn't let me go so I could nurse my INJURED NECK, my womanly instincts came on in full effect and I elbowed him several times before his grip loosened.

AND HE'S PISSED OF AT ME??

Uh hello, you nearly cut off circulation in my jugular, not to mention I HAVE A SORE THROAT.

Sheesh.

Every time I go to Walmart, I feel like I catch germs. I also get the worst customer service from the store. Don't even bother asking a store clerk if they have a certain item in stock, they already have a prepared answer for you.

"Excuse me, do you know where I can find semi-sweet baking chocolate?"

We're all out of them.

"Oh you're all out of them?"

Yes.

"Excuse me, do you know where I can find this item?"

We're all out of them.

Next thing I know I stumble across a stack of what I'm looking for.

I friggen hate that store.

And so it begins.

Enemy forces have taken over my left nostril. I have sent my first tier of special forces, code name: Theraflu.

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Man, I feel like ass.

Today, I woke up very early in the morning (7A.M.ish) to get a jumpstart on shoveling the snow, and to beat my neighbors to the punch, and show them how to shovel the driveway the RIGHT way (you know, on how not to fuck your neighbor over).
So anyway I bundled myself up very tight and trudged my ass outside. The snow swallowed my legs knee deep, very soft snow, I tried to shovel it but felt as if I was digging into the black hole of nothingness, so I stopped and walked into the partially cleared street and walked to the driveway to shovel my car out.
I started to shovel when I thought to myself, "What the fuck am I doing?" There was so much snow, some hardened into ice because of the Einstein who'd shoveled the snow into my lane the day before. Alas, I did not give up. It took me 2 + hours to do this tedious task but I did it. I created a cubby hole wide enough for my car and long enough to park it. I built a trench like wall to separate my car from the neighbors, kind of hinting to them they don't have to actually shovel ALL the snow, dumbasses, just create a cubby hole for your car. Well, apparentley it worked because they did the same thing 8 hours later.
I didn't shovel out my sidewalk, nor did I shovel the sidewalk in front of the house that leads to the driveway which I'm sure annoyed them but I didn't care. However, I did leave the massive shield of snow on my car so the mother effers couldn't sabotage my car, and if they did, I'd notice it.
After the shoveling, Eleanor signed on and she reminded my tummy I needed hot coco. Problem 1, I ran out of coco 2 weeks ago and hadn't replaced it. Problem 2. It was too snowy and yucky to drive. Problem 3. I hadn't noticed there were no sidwalks shoveled out, after the fact.
After some cheerleading from Mare I bundled myself warmly, AGAIN and walked to the 7-11 a quarter mile down the road. Again the snow swallowed my legs, I had thoughts of turning around, but didn't. I didn't wanna walk in the street because of the many asshole drivers speeding in the slush. I get to 7-11, search for the Coco mix and NOTHING. I asked one of the clerks if they had any left and honestly, I don't think they knew what I was talking about because she points to a canister of mocha flavored International Coffee. I wanted to take her in the snow and rub her face in it. "No, that is not hot coco." We look more to find an empty space on a shelf. She then tells me they ran out of coco.
I can't express the anger I felt, but remembered the conversation with El about how I could make my own coco so I grabbed some unsweetened chocolate morsels (come to find Elzilla meant the powdery undsweetened coco)
I paid, and walked back to my warm home. I walked on the street instead of the snow, I didn't care at this point.

Anyway, I found a recipe on how to make hot coco with chocolate morsels, and it's actually the website said using actual morsels is the real thing, better than using powder. It came out very well, I drank it, took a nap and now I'm awake with a sore throat, sore body.