I'm tired, my feet hurt, and I want to throw a pillow at my husband.
School went great this week. Great to the point that being at home is boring and I love my sixth graders more than Tim right now. They don't make me cook.
Have to go to the college campus tomorrow and tell financial aid to give me book money. That should be an adventure in incompetence.
I want a foot rub and a glass of wine. Hopefully I can give you something interesting tomorrow.
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