The past few days have been a whirlwind. Driving all day to make it to my grandpa's funeral to get in the car and drive back again. I-70 and I have a love/hate relationship. Emotions, things I'm not particularly fond of, have got the best of me and I'm mentally exhausted.
However, I woke up last night and it occurred to me: The Bloggess' book comes out today! Pre-ordering that book months ago turned out to be a great decision.
Only 4 percent into the book, I'm laughing so hard I didn't even notice the tears running down my cheek.
Little sister: what's so funny? Me: She's funny, and she says stuff I say everyday! This clearly means I'm hilarious. Little: or depressed?
Obviously, I should have considered the way I described The Bloggess' blog.
Also, stop judging my book choices. It's rude.