Rain, rain, please for the love of all things holy, go away!
I can't take much more of this ridiculous rain. I just want some warm sun and a tan, is that too much to ask? I. Think. Not.
On a separate but equally depressing note, this group project may be the death of me. Or the first "F" I get in school. Either way, I just want to throw up my hands and quit. Thank God for husbands who do laundry and compliment you on dinner, etc., when you're down. And by you I mean me. I have the greatest husband of all time. He listens (when the TV is off), compliments my cooking even when it's crap, tells me I'm beautiful, and makes me smile when I need it.
I guess I'll suck it up and be happy, because I'm one lucky girl.