I had to go to King Salmon this last month for two weeks. I've been there before but I wasn't expecting to have to travel again this year. I was done. I had one of the most humiliating things ever happen to me in my life while I was there. I survived it though - even though I can't really talk to anybody about it. I told MPH and he was as unsympathetic as anybody could be - I didn't expect that from him.

I have a coworker that I'm ready to kill. Everything is an essay question to her - even if there's no question. She's very ob-com, block lettering, everything is overdone, overstated, over questioned, over obsessed.

Yesterday my friend Bill told me that I should journal my problems. He said it's a good idea to write these things down - and then go back and look at them later. These problems look a little different when you step back and look at them, and then they're easier to work on. Specifically any marital issues.

MPH is still MPH. There's just irritating little things that get in the way sometimes. Some topics that we keep going back over and over.

MPDad is giving us fits now, but that's okay. We had to draw the line with him earlier this summer about driving that old pickup and I don't think he liked being told what to do.

I'll have to journal more later, I need to get ready for work.