So I totally got some stuff for my birthday! My favorite fellow selectively-social shopping buddy for life awesome cousin, Robby, actually drove all the way to my house at like, 9:00 at night, which is normally kind of close to his bedtime, since he gets up at the bahookey crack of dawn for work, at took me to dinner! He also got me a hilarious card and the most awesomely adorable little Darryl key chain thingy and a nifty little journal to write down the people and incidents that irk me on a daily basis. And when we were done with our dinner (I totally had breakfast for dinner!), I got free pie ’cause it was my birthday! Then, the next day, Rae took me out for my yearly Olive Garden yum-fest and I got my usual cheese ravioli with Alfredo sauce and my uber yummy black tie mousse cake! And Virginia and Ronald gave me a birthday card with some delightful cash in it. Oh, and Robby also brought me carrot cake for my birthday!! So I totally got a birthday cake! I bet some of y’all are jealous that my cousin is so awesome, and you should be. So a big thank you to Robby and Rae and the aunt and uncle for my birthday stuffs, and another huge thank you to Caron and Carrie and Elise and Chloe and Tom and everyone else who text me or called me or Facebook-ed me birthday wishes! I am truly grateful for every single one of them!
I hate to be all repetitive and such, but people irritate the hell out of me. The other night at work, we had, like 5 customers come in during the last 5 minutes we were open, and one woman was there until 5 minutes after we closed! And she’s one of our regulars, so she knew damn well what time we closed, and she still came in right before and stayed after! And then she had the audacity to get all snarky and sweary and such because we didn’t have Crispex or Chex cereal, which she needed because she had to have 50 bags of that puppy chow stuff made by 7 the next morning. Like it’s our fault her dumb ass waited until 9:00 the night before to get off her ass and go get the ingredients to make the stupid stuff! This chick is always kind of a bitch, but that night she was in rare form. I so wanted to throat-punch her and then shove her out the door so we could close the damn store. Seriously, who on earth thinks this sort of behavior is acceptable???
I should be at work right now but, luckily, they closed the store early due to our delightful weather. Which is a good thing, since there is no way I could have dug the cars out.
It snowed and snowed and snowed and snowed some more, dumping what looks like a zillion inches of snow, which in reality is probably more like 8-10 inches or so, maybe a bit more. Luckily, our neighbor just finished clearing our driveway with his snow blower, which is awesome since, between my aunt and uncle’s ages and ailments, and my stupid asthma and The Cough, we’re not exactly the shoveling sort of folks. I hope I can get some more pics tomorrow, showing how high the drifts and plow piles and such are.
Randomosity: Why do people always try to say that the stuff cops find in their pockets isn’t theirs? Like, do they think anyone is going to believe that? That someone snuck up on them and slipped illegal stuff into their pocket without them noticing? I’m pretty sure I would notice someone putting stuff in my pocket. And even if I did somehow miss them doing this, I’m fairly certain I would feel the new arrival at some point. Mint Oreos are pretty darn yummy. One week from tonight, my show comes back on!!! Yay for The Walking Dead!! I cannot wait! I totally wonder what’s going to happen now. I think the pics Robby and I are going to take will be awesome. Hopefully we can go out Saturday, weather permitting…I’ll have to check with him about that one. Making cops chase you just makes them really pissed off by the time they catch you. Just saying. I kind of want to watch a movie, but I kinda want to keep watching Cops. I think I’m going to have another piece of carrot cake fore dessert. I got a couple new books for a birthday present from me, to me. Wasn’t that nice of me? I’m very thoughtful that way. Anyway, I already read two of them, and I can’t wait to read the rest. I have another couple books waiting on hold at Half Price Books still, ’cause I just never seem to run out of books I want to read/reread. Letting me go to a bookstore without supervision and expecting me to leave without buying books is like handing meth to a tweaker and telling them not to use it. (whatever, spell check, tweaker is so totally a word!) Carrot cake time!
Gotta scat, meerkat! (Damn it, meerkat is a fricking word, spell check!)