Often me

I have to meet Mike Zulu one day and thank him for this image. This is how I feel most days lately. Ugh. It's like perma-PMS.

I am so incredibly stressed by the thought of money and moving, it's enough to make one crabby. I TRY not to be stressed, mind you, but that's kind of like asking the sun not to shine.

I will keep plodding along. I will work it out. In the long run, all of this makes sense.

Now, to clean the entire house before the real estate agent comes for the appraisal tonight. Yes, we are going to have that "My House is Worth What?" eye shifting moment. Husband SWEARS he is going to do that to me!