Yes, I just scanned a bag of Jelly Bellies.
...I'm not honestly the only one who finds that weird, am I? (...like a total "wait, wtf?" moment? Anyone?) Maybe I'm the only ass who thinks it's a relatively good to check the back of the package of anything I'm eating after I eat it, just to make sure that if I need to call anyone with a few parting words, I can do so?
...yeah, probably.
But still. Wtfh.
Cleaning cleaning cleaning. (Finally being responsible instead of being a ho? Amazing.) We have a huge amount of people coming for Thanksgiving like always and (unlike me and Austie) Mom doesn't get the week off, which is a royal pain in the ass.
Anything I was originally thinking of doing today is going to be...hindered? (Or it's not going to get done at all...damn.)
Temari;
I'm really, really sorry, but I don't think I'm going to be able to come out today. My mom needs me at home alot more than we both thought, because Gramma is coming down a day earlier than she said she was going to, and she's really not in the best of health. (There's something wrong with her blood, and we're all really, really worried about it.)
Instead of coming to see you, I'm going to have to stay around the house and. Uh. Clean things. Which is just a joy and a half, lemme tell yuh.
I'm really, really sorry. (I really wanted to see you.)
I hope everything else is going well for you.
Fuji, Ferret, Morgan;
I'll try to be on. (I think I can be, but cleaning the kitchen is going to be. Uh. Hell. If I can't, you know how sorry I am.)