Always on the run...

I've got nothing today. I'm too busy to think about writing, much less write anything. I've been baking, cleaning, playing with various programs, helping kids with homework, starting dinner, etc. And I have to go out later. That's why I was baking. Made a cake to take along.

I'm so close to killing the boy lately. He's either too literal or too lazy or some weird combination of both. He's also driving my hormonal ass insane. Stupid PMS.

So that's what it boils down to: I'm busy and crabby. The usual.