Getting Better All The Time

I'm finally starting to feel better, which is a huge relief. Keebler got a new job offer on his voice mail, and he plans on calling them back first thing in the morning before he kicks us out to romp around town, while he puts the finishing touches on the house. He says he works better on the details when he is alone.

I've decided that we haven't rid ourselves of nearly enough stuff, and the little bit we have left will soon be dropped by half yet again. Yes Moosie, that means you and Faith get first dibs. *chuckle*

Of course if I could manage to barter some of it for a good, reliable, small car, or a reliable, well-maintained 16-20' RV, nobody gets dibs but the person offering me the trade. *grin*

But that kind of goes without saying.

Spent most of the day resting and planning for tomorrow, filing extensions for our taxes, and so forth. I should probably ask my mother if she wants me to file an extension for her as well, but she's been a bit put off by asking for help with anything as of late, so I'm hesitant. She wouldn't be missing out on anything if she didn't file on time, as she owes nothing, however, so I don't plan to worry about it much. She'll do whatever she wants to, and that will be that. She's a big girl, she can take care of herself, as she would say. *smile*

The coughing has subsided to a mere annoyance, my sinuses are drying up, and the kids are behaving themselves for the most part. Things could be better, but when couldn't they? *shrug* I'm not going to complain.