oh my god am I grouchy. The cold, people. The cold from hell. Who made me this ill? I demand to speak to someone about this.
Besides that, I have no reason to be such an ass today. Let's consider:
the list of Christmas excess, gifted to me by my husband, who (lovingly) believes me to be a 14 year old boy:
- one Wii. I am terrible at tennis and awesome at boxing and will never leave my basement again. Every member of the family, from great-aunts to small children, have now beaten me in tennis. Fuck.
- one set of Heelys. I fit into a youth large. I am going to HAUNT THE NEIGHBORHOOD WITH MY AWESOMENESS! Also, malls.
- one Hudson University Volleyball sweatshirt.
- some other stuff, like "30 rock" on dvd and a book about how to read what my dog is thinking (it's one page long and says: "NOTHING. HAHAHAHAHA.")
So, I'm still in love.
Also my Mom gave me a truckload of new underwear and the advice to start acting like a grownup.
Merry Jesus Birthday to all.