Hey again! Ok, I think that my morose attitude of late has been very much PMS. Now that "Aunt Flo" is gone I am feeling much better, more myself. Although I did get mad at Tom last night for not watching the rest of a movie with me, and coming over to play on the computer. Plus he was going to go to bed and didn't ask me to come with him. That sucked. So I started to go to bed mad at him, but as I'm laying there, just watching time go by, I realized I was being stupid. I rolled over and started stroking his hair, even though he was already pretty much asleep, it made me feel better.

I can't wait to get a new format on my blogger. I can't seem to decide on one, so I'm not beng much help to Sherrie. I think I have school again tomorrow. I don't want to, I've had such a good break. I have a presentation due on Thursday, and I was supposed to have read a book already and I can't bring myself to read it; it's not that it's not interesting, it's just that I don't want to have to do the preentation on it in a few weeks, so I am procrastinating...hoping it will go away.

If Elizabeth doesn't get over herself, I may have to kill her, or at least lock her up until she's 40 or so. She is driving me nuts!She has those raging pre-teen hormones, she is screaming at everyone, and crying at the drop of a hat, and the world is out to get her. She is such a drama queen anyway, the hormones don't help.

I should go, there is much laundrty to be done, we have the mount Everest of dirty clothes in the laundry room, and being that I am the only adult in the house awake, I better do it. Although my bed is calling me back to it, to cuddle with my mostly naked hubby. :sigh: Must be responsible, must not go to Tom. Must take care of small children. :sigh: