I hate that my house is a mess, that it's torn up and broken and not visually settled. Yes, I'm one of those people. I hate mess. I believe in a place for everything and everything in its place and I get bitchy when things are askew. I require a certain (okay, failry decent-sized) amount of order.

Really.

I have already had twelve hysterical crying jags and a phone call to my mother today.

Wow.

Now, I'm going to clean my desk and make a plan for today while Larry and Manda replace the water heater. Then we can replace the bathroom floor...