Argh.

So, I go this evening to have my wisdom tooth ripped out. Yes, this is the one I've been babying since November. I'm not thrilled with it, but it needs to be done, and this is the only time I can do it without it screwing my schedule all to hell. If I feel like poo I don't have to work tomorrow, and all swelling should be down by Sunday when we have my grandmom's 90th birthday party.

We had an okay, albeit frustrating at times day yesterday. We're trying to get ready for the community yard sale, which has been a royal bugger between Jess' school/ work schedule, and actually trying to have a social life now and then. We got a lot done, but it was frustrating, cause there's so much more to do before Saturday. We'll see. I'm not stressing about it. I just can't work myself up, or I'll snap.

I think (yard sale aside) I'm going to take it easy this weekend. If we're lucky, the yard sale will get rained out, and we'll be able to have a quiet weekend. We shall see!

So, if I'm not around tomorrow, you'll know it's because I'm hurting.