I’m so so very busy, and I planned to write a real post, but instead, I choose only to write a cryptic rant.
Would it be so hard to hope that my 40th birthday (which falls in the middle of a week in the winter) could have been celebrated with a weekend of fun and quality time with my family? Instead, I learn today that the relative (and offspring) I have the least interest in will be arriving that weekend, for a week of winter snow sports.
Woo fricking hoo.
i’ll try to post something less self-pitiful later.