I have been drafted to spend my Thursday evening, Friday evening and Sunday morning doing airport/train station runs. While that sounds simple, this entails two-three hour drives EACH WAY.

I want to have a shiny yellow rain coat with checkered stockings just for the plain and simple fact I think I need them so I can be perfectly in costume. And then, I might never be asked to make Transportation Runs, EVER AGAIN. I really don't mind, I just mind the long drive back BY MYSELF. Not just BY MYSELF, but ALL BY MYSELF. Trust me, talking to yourself, especially when you find yourself completely unamusing, gets old, FAST.

I really cannot complain, because these sisters that are deserting me over Valentine's Day weekend, would take ME to the airport if I had someplace to escape to, but I don't. I would, however, like to take a brief moment to pat myself on the back since neither of them had to bribe OR guilt trip me into taking them to their desired transportation venue.



I AM SUCH A NICE PERSON. I SO deserve a cooky. Or, chocolate. Or, flowers. Or, ALL OF THE ABOVE.