Actually, only my brother calls me She-Hulk, and that's when he's not calling me Sloppy Jr. or any other assortment of mocking names (including, but not limited to, the old sibling standby of Loser (accompanied by L-on-forehead signal) and Costanza). I'm feeling the title tonight, what with the excessive snow-shoveling I've done in the past two days. I do suspect, though, that She-Hulk would not be in quite as much massive pain, oh, everywhere in her body, after a measly three or four hours shoveling over two days.
Perhaps I am just She-Hulk in training or something. I have demonstrated disturbing She-Hulk tendencies as of late, such as the
breaking of the bathroom toilet incident and tonight, when I blew out my brother's birthday candle from across the table completely unintentionally. I was just laughing! Apparently with too much force, though! I don't know my own strength. Maybe I'm developing superpowers? Because that would be cool.
In other news: Was a good consumer today, went out to the mall and braved the hordes to spend money I shouldn't. I got two books and new boots, which were very expensive. Am experiencing mild Buyer's Remorse over them, but am trying to fend it off at the pass by going downstairs and putting them on and admiring them whenever I feel it coming on. The method seems to be working.
I keep thinking there was something I wanted to say in this entry, a good reason for me to have opened up the Update Journal window, but nothing's coming to me. I'm tempted to tell you all about my really cute new pjs and the Mystery of the Unidentified Cat Vomit, which is, I think, a hint for me to be going.