A testing of patience

It's a good thing that I love my boys, because otherwise I would be inclined to sell one of them to the highest bidder. Or any bidder at all really. Not that I ever really would, but there have been times that the thought has crossed my mind. Two and half can be such a lovely age.

While flipping out about taking the MCAT again, I can't quite seem to bring myself to study. Which is really not going to be very helpful in raising my score. Somehow, I think that actually studying is going to be a very integral part of that. So I had better get crackin'...since the test is in less than two weeks...yikes!

I am officially FINALLY well. I don't even sound like I swallowed a frog anymore! And it only took a month. I ask again, WHO gets a COLD in JULY?! FOR A MONTH?!

I'm leaving for Omaha this afternoon to see friends of mine from high school, which is quite exciting. It will be nice to see them, but a day or two in Omaha is NOT quite what I had in mind the other day when I was whining about wanting a vacation. But oh well - I guess I'll have to take what I can get!