what a lovely way to burn

I always mean to blog, and then never get around to it. I think up what I'm going to say during the commute home, and then forget to actually go type it in the reality of my homelife.

Speaking of homelife...I'm formulating a plan to get my little family OUT of my in-laws' house. It's been great for what it's been, and really came quite in the nick of time--we were completely out of money. But we're back on our feet, in a modest way, now, and I think it's time to fly the coop--I love my mother in law but don't get along with my father in law at all. Or at least I think I don't, but its hard to say for sure until we exchange more than 3 words to one another. They're good people, but its oppressive, and we're young enough to feel the itch to stretch our legs.

My puppy is staring at me from her crate, where she's been chilling for most of the last few days, while I've been laid low with fever and a pretty bad head cold. I'm unforgiveably behind on work (and probably shouldn't be blogging, therefore) but at least have an excellent excuse for it. I'll see if I can't catch up at least on the higher priority stuff today, as J has quite a bit of school work to take care of as well.

I thought we were going to be able to make it to Wisconsin for Christmas, but it looks like we won't be able to. Tickets are verrrry expensive just now and with my escape plan formulating...I just don't think it's possible. Disappointed, but J and I have started thinking maybe we'll run away to Padre for Christmas, or something. It would be a nice change of pace.