Is it January? Ok but January 2015 not 2016... Right?

It feels like I sort of stumbled into 2016. Like I had been walking along a sidewalk humming to Sunny Side of the Street and then someone shoved me so I tripped and had to start running very fast for some reason. (Probably because you should run away from people who shove you so hard that you trip.) Or more like, I was walking along and a cloaked man whispered something in my ear (something important, and by way of explanation, but I couldn't hear it) and shoved me through a large old door with a very ornate handle where I time traveled ahead one year. These past few weeks have passed in a blur. There was fun with family, I vaguely remember through a haze of jet lag or (more likely) old person tired. There are plenty of things that happened to me that may be amusing… one day… peeing of pants… but not funny yet. There are other things too; but, it seems, I haven’t quite come to terms with my sudden intense intolerance of others nor am I willing to admit this to the public yet. I am still hoping it is just a phase and all my angry looks and ranting will disappear behind my trusty smile soon. If not, I can always do that angry blog I keep hinting at. 
So, January has come and gone in a fog and it appears things may be falling apart...

I went from this hair:

To this hair in just a couple of days

You should know this was me checking how I look in my phone as a guest was arriving... Also, when checking, I realized I had gone to visit my friend probably looking just like this. This was a week and a half after arriving back from Denver so I can't really blame anything but myself.
Then our attempt at cool oasis building went from this:



To this in four days:


Also Al bought this coconut one week ago... we still have no idea how to open it or what to do with it...


 

He says he bought it for nostalgia of his Papua New Guinea trip but I guess the "nostalgia" was not quite strong enough to conjure up the memories of how to open the damn thing.
So here's to 2016. Let's hope I can pull myself together in time for my birthday. However, it does not bode well as I was shocked to find I was turning a year older than I had thought all year. Apparently, at my last birthday, I stopped counting