...And the Seventh Seal was revealed.
Cause I love you all so much, thought I'd warn you that the Apocalypse is near; you might want to start doing the stuff on your "If I Had a Week to Live" list.
My sister called me while I was laying in my bed, pretending to be sleeping.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm in bed, I've given up. I can't take anymore."
"I know. What's up?"
"I need your recipe."
Pause. I remove the phone from my ear and pinch myself.
"This is Jennifer."
"Quit being a smart ass. I need the recipe for your oatmeal cookies."
"And I don't want to read about this on your blog."
I'll take, "She's Three Hours Away and Probably Won't Hop in Her Car to Come and Kick My Ass" for $10,000, Alex.
Get busy folks. The end is near.