I should be working right now, but with the end of the world happening today, I thought I should reflect on the signs of the impending apocalypse from this week:
10. Emma scratched me in the boob. (I guess you could call it my fault since I picked her up to love her. Asshole.)
9. My work-nemesis quit. (And by "nemesis" I mean that this guys was a giant douche canoe. He didn't murder puppies or anything... but you know... )
8. My boss gave me a Christmas present. Who are you, man?
7. I went to the Company Christmas party and enjoyed myself.
6. It took me 2 hours to get home the night it didn't snow, and 45 minutes the night it did snow.
5. My oldest niece turned 10. 10!
4. I painted my nephew's toe nails after taking him christmas shopping and wrapping the gifts. (This isn't a sign of anything except that he's freaking awesome and so am I and I can't stop talking about either.)
3. WC let me give him a present and I think he really liked it.
2. I haven't been grocery shopping in 2 weeks which means if there really is going to be an alien or zombie take-over, I'm going to run out of eggs and almond milk in a matter of hours. I might have some Moose Munch... Actually, this is pretty normal.
1. I made an appointment to get a tattoo tomorrow. Because tomorrow is going to happen and visible tattoos will be accepted then because that's how the apocalyse works, right?
Happy Doomsday, friends. I'll see you tomorrow.
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