Irony, the opposite of wrinkly...

I find it extremely ironic that this blog, created for the completion of one class, could become so terribly neglected by the overload of work in the current class.  I am thisclose to finishing the icky-est class yet, and I am looking forward to a little freedom.  It's frustrating to me to spend an entire weekend, one with visits from Mom, Dad, and Ronnie, and one that Jeremy has off, tied to a computer writing a 22-page paper.  The title of this blog could also be "bitterness." I apologize to those closest to me, as I know you're dealing with a crabby, stressed, un-fun Brooke right now.  It's for the best, and I CAN do it. Okay?

Even Riley's had enough of the nonsense.  "Come on, Mom! Play with me!"