To day is my and my twin brother’s birthday. I feel horribly depressed as usual. He’s the center of attention all the time. Ok, I get it. I don’t like being in the spotlight. Then why won’t my family let me stay home and celebrate privately with my husband? Why must they guilt me into coming out to my brother’s big, loud, drunken party which is something they KNOW I don’t enjoy?

Oh yeah, to top it off my house is a horrible mess, the pipes under the kitchen sink exploded a few minutes ago, and I Can’t stop sneezing. happy flippin birthday to me.