I love tax season.

Well. Shit. If both Vickie and Kevin are going to update today, I guess I should too. Let's gloss over the big stuff, shall we? Since my last update we (that is, myself*, Vickie, CJ, and Tori) have been to Gatlinburg for a family vacation. So, what comes to your mind when you think of Gatlinburg, a tourist destination in Tennessee nested deep in the Smokey Mountains?

Seriously, where to begin? This is probably a good reason to update more often, but once you get behind you don't want to do it because you know there's so much you have to discuss, and then things just build up and build up until a day like today comes when I've got to decide what exactly I want to write about and just write about it. So here I am. Writing.

Last night I felt pain that I've never experienced in my life, and pray most deeply that I can avoid feeling ever again. It's as though my body is producing an acid, a horrible flesh-disolving acid, and I can only weather its assaults. So, physically things aren't exactly honkey-dory. Emotionally is another story - my emotions aren't so much filled with acids as they are crushed and pulped and mashed, not unlike wine grapes. Still, I persevere.