Help!

I need to get home. I've reached the end of the line. Three more days. Three more days. Cars comes out on Friday. That's two hours of sanity. We don't even eat out, which is good I guess. It's 108 degrees. I am losing my patience. Let's just leave it at I am a mess. I made plans for us to go to a Dodger's game on Sunday. I may be pulling out the Xanax for old times sake.

Again, help!