Crocus make room in your pocket for my fat azz! I finally got the truck fixed, so I can drive if you want to rest up. Unless you're like me, my PTSD won't allow me to be a passenger, if the car is moving I have to be driving, it's the only way I feel safe. Driving in itself is not safe, so my psyche is all backwards here, but that's my story.

Tiny little rubber hose fitting, tiny hole less than the diameter of a pencil eraser, giant pain in the neck, made my engine feel like it was going to fall out of the car. Grrr, I really should have gone to school to be a mechanic.

Regarding AP classes, they completely stressed my oldest daughter to the point she dropped out of school early. The pluses: getting college credit at the high school level costs 90% less (public high school fees vs. college course fees); also she really enjoyed the challenge (until she didn't anymore) and was proud of herself for her achievements.