Tell me I’ll be fine
I’m still stressed. But of course. Thursday is my Friday, but I’m looking forward to today less than I look forward to the day when my car blows up on the highway with me in it. Seriously, that’s how much I’m hating today. Intense eh? If you only knew. How pathetic I’m being.
Good news! OHMYIACTUALLYHAVESOME! We are going to Florida again at the end of May. We actually used our brains (not a popular past time with the Fintons) and got a rental car this time. So we will be able to visit more people. Or torture them with our presence. You pick.
You’ll be fine. In fact, your misery for the today will probably already be over by the time you read this!
And I believe “torture” is more appropriate! Can’t wait to go though!