But I have started to realize that my age is starting that "starting to catch up to me" thing. Like when I go to blow out the candles, I missed about five of them. But then two of the damned things re-lit.
Me: ... I thought you weren't going to use trick candles. ¬_¬
Mom: ... I didn't.
Me: ........ (Sighs, blows the rest out) -_-
Now I was half expecting not to blow all of them out. I was NOT expecting to have two regular candles re-light on me. So that just deflated any ego I had left in me. :P
Oh, and there was frost on the roofs of the houses here Sunday morning. Frost. In fucking June. And it's probably going to be the same today. Ye god, the weather be fucked up here in Chicago.