born to laugh. born to love.

Eight days and counting. Eight days until I've survived my third busy season at work and will have life return to a much more normal schedule. Something tells me I will make it, if only this week doesn't kill me first.

I must just remember that another accounting friend of mine and I are going to spend a day at the spa after it's all over. Right now, that thought could carry me through almost anything. Relaxation, here I come!