New City, I'm going to give you until the count of three to find what's wrong here:
If you can't figure it out, then everyone involved in the administration of our roads needs to move to the South ASAP. No wonder everyone around here slows down to 15 MPH max when we get an inch of snow.
Aunt: When you plan your wedding, let me know! I can help with all the arrangements.
Me: I think I'll elope to Nepal or something like that.
Aunt: No no, that's called a destination wedding.
In other news, my cousin received all the family china, crystal, and silver from my grandmother. I got bronchitis from my father. What a trade!
I finally watched Pirates of the Caribbean 3. I think I'm still rather upset about that one, but at least there was less Kraken in the whole thing.
My next roommate will either be imaginary, or not a ballerina, or both.