Nine boxes

This weekend was a series of wonderful little adventures that I wish I was happily reminiscing about at the moment. Instead, I am only counting down the number of scribble-filled boxes on my calendar between now and home. I am so frustrated/annoyed/angry/upset about so many things right now, things that not only bother me in themselves but because they're distracting me from the truckload of work I have to complete before next Wednesday.

On the plus side, Carly brought the Volv back to school with her and we are going cruising later. "Cruising" entails a trip to WalMart. Classy!