Easter and then some

So I keep having dreams/nightmares about grad school. I am totally one of those people who dreams the night before a big test that they didn't study and totally bomb the test...naked. Cause that is just insult to injury.
I have been organizing my comics. A feat I severely underestimated. I figured I had maybe a couple hundred. Well I have probably around six hundred. Oh hobbies.
It is snowing. I have to walk to class in this!! While I guess I will miss how pretty the snow is, I will not miss walking to school in it.
Easter conclusions: traumatizing babies is both entertaining and hilarious. So my second cousin’s girlfriend’s baby was at the festivities and she was I think seven weeks old. Her face was either: happy, screaming, crying or concerned. She would scrunch up her eyebrows at all sorts of things. My Aunt like to play silly games at big family get togethers and one of the games this time around was dominos. Not playing the actual game but setting them up to knock them down. Way harder than it sounds! After doing a big long row down some stairs (which Bree got to knock over after answering a questions right) I was working on a spiral with my cousin. My dad is sitting near by with said baby. The baby threw one of her toys into the dominos knocking over several rows and my cousin, Bree and myself all yell “No!” After realizing the damage was minimal we look over to the baby and crack up because her race is twisted into a very concerned and confused mixture. Through the laughter we attempt to make the baby happy again and all is well. Then we let the baby knock over the finished spiral. There is video of this my aunt took. You see the baby grab the first domino and succeed in not knocking any of the others over. My dad swoops her down for a another pass and she sets the spiral going. When it finishes the family (everyone is gathered around watching) cheers and you see the baby’s face scrunch up and burst into tears. I am pretty sure this baby will grow up to be afraid of dominos and perhaps never know why.