So. We're going to Moab to the Jeep Safari tomorrow.

Normally I'm excited about stuff like this. Moab is my favorite place on the whole planet, y'all.

But I'm so sick of interacting with people right now that I'm almost ready to bag it and just tell the Hubby to take Da Boy and go have fun. But if I bag it this year, there's no guarantee we'll go next year, because we're trying to sell the Willys and the Durango just can't be the same beast on the trail that the Willys is. Plus I only get to see these people once a year, so...yeah. And I like them, they're good people.

Maybe I'll tell the Hubby that I want a couple of days away after we get back from this, just me--or maybe I'll send him to his Mom's with Da Boy in the plane, since he'll want a shakeout flight after its annual inspection. Wanting to choke people every time I talk to them is not a good frame of mind to be in, and I feel shaky with repressed rage and stress. This is not normal for me. I wonder if my uterus is acting up...

The tax thing? So not helping my state of mind. Also, I've been a lazy bitch this week and my kitchen is a wreck. I should go clean that.

Frell, frak, dren.

Well. In homeschooling news, I actually sat down, figured out what I need to do on a weekly basis, broke that down to a daily basis, and now we have some sort of schedule. We had a loose sort of thing going before that I decided wasn't working out too well; this will be better for everyone involved. We'll all know what to expect. Routine = a good thing.

And I'm still beating away at the query/hook thing. I've got two pretty good sentences for that three-sentence thing I told y'all about the other day. I just need one more that makes actual sense for a strong conclusion.

Oh, and a title. A title would be good. Chapters would help. *headdesks repeatedly*