this weekend was supposed to be fun in the snow and lots of brisk crunching around in champagne powder on a newly waxed board. however, we managed, amongst the three of us, to squeeze in:
mild food poisoning
one sprained ankle
hard drive meltdown combined with a law school paper deadline
one killer flu victim
cat locked in living room for 3 days who consequently used the couch as her toilet
dead car battery
lucky me, i escaped with only a dead car battery and the couch toilet. my sister mentioned that her friend went to see a witch doctor to change her luck (or get rid of a hex) and she had to rub an egg (uncooked) over her boyfriend's back and then sleep with the egg under her bed over night. i think i need to look one up over here. i have some sage moldering in the veggie bin, maybe i should nuke it then burn it and cleanse the area. seriously. i'm beginning to think someone has it out for us.
i did have quite a nice time on my snowboard, though. i felt slightly guilty flying down runs while my sister clutched her tummy and trevor cursed his ankle, but i figured i'm not making anyone better by not snowboarding. right?
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So you were flying down runs, your sister had the runs, and Trevor couldn't run...? And did I catch something about a runny egg in there?
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