I’d just like to say, right up front so that there’s no con­fu­sion, that Rausches are the coolest peo­ple ever to grace the planet, in all their crazy cousin­ish forms. Espe­cially in their cousin­ish forms. Hells yea.

Today, I had another Math class and that was hor­ren­dous as I for­got to mul­ti­ply the deriv­a­tive by the rec­i­p­ro­cal of the nth fac­tor in the sev­enth stage of that proof I was work­ing on. So that sucked. But the rea­son I made such an egre­gious over­sight was due to the fact that I was too busy look­ing out the win­dow at my other neme­sis: Snow.

And in a related story, my cousin Brenna is going to Cal­i­for­nia on Fri­day for a week with my other cousin Katie. As if life wasn’t already unfair enough, my two most beau­ti­ful and fun­ni­est cousins will be reunited in a sunny party haven far away from this hell which is South Dakota. ‘Course, Brenna already got out long ago, to the also-snow-infested Min­nesota but also to the rain-blighted Scot­land. You’d think she was a smart one, but no, she just keeps going from one kind of crappy weather to another.

My sis­ter Brenna is kind of an idiot. She’s like 10 years old and still gets food all over her face when she eats. I ask you, is the con­cept of a mouth that hard? Answer: It’s not.

Well, respon­si­bil­i­ties of one kind or another are call­ing, in their hor­rid screetchy wee voices, so I must away with me. But as a final reminder, dinna for­get that cousins are cool. Way cool. Pretty bril­liant cool.