This blog contains the pointless ramblings a of a sixteen year old girl who sometimes has trouble remembering which hand is her right and which hand is her left. What better place to let out some pent up teenage angst and frustration?
Saturday, January 3, 2015
2015?
When I looked in the fridge, I saw a hunk of some kind of meat wrapped in deli paper and put on the bottom shelf. Upon closer inspection, it turns out it was part of the pot roast we ate on Christmas Eve. I couldn't help but notice something was off, however I couldn't quite put my finger on it. Then it hit me: a perfect example that shows just how unprepared my family is to start the year 2015. On the package, the date clearly showed "12/24/13." One of my parents had yet to adjust to the change of 2014 a shocking 357 days into the year. I can't help but wonder if this means that they'll just start writing 2014 on everything now. Perhaps they're just a year behind.
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