So, my brother calls. He needs to do some grocery shopping. On Christmas Eve. With no car. So without any heads up, I get to go pick him up and take him to the grocery store. We get in 12 minutes before they close. I try to hurry things along by going through his shopping list and grabbing things for him, but there's still a 45 minute wait in the checkout line. Oh well. Driving him home I reminded myself of all the times I was a car-less bum and needed a ride, and things didn't seem too bad.
Come home to find that while I was out, my mom ate the rest of my cupcake batter.
Current Mood: upset