I woke up to a state trooper banging on my door this morning, looking for my brother. "Oh, he's not in any trouble or anything, we just need to know where he is. Do you know how we can reach him?" FUUUUUUUUUUUU. It doesn't matter how law-abiding I am, every time I hear that distinct authoritative knock, my heart jumps into my throat and my hands start shaking. Worst shit ever.
And I was up late baking the fucking shamrock cookies that my little pseudo step-sister wanted to take into school today. Hand painted/decorated cutouts, extremely tedious. She needed 60, and I made enough that there'd still be a solid 3 dozen leftover so I could take them down to my dad's store like I do every year. Woke up this morning and there were only 5 cookies left. lol. FAIL. My mom ate a dozen of the fucking things when she got up in the middle of the night, and then her boyfriend took it upon himself to take the rest to work with him. I hate everyone today.