My weekend sucked because........ It all started on Thursday. Thursday was the day I was to take my test. Thursday was the day my wife was to return from a week in Montgomery. Thursday was the day it all fell apart.

I drove an hour to Statesville to take a test. A test I failed. A test that means the next step for me. I drove an hour home dealing with self-doubt, self-pity, and self-loathing.

And this was about the time that I learned that the flight my wife was supposed to be returning on had been canceled. It had been a week since I had seen her last.

On the way to pick her up from the airport the following day, I got stopped by a NC state trooper. Not for speeding, swerving, or even hookers and blow visible from the windshield. I was persecuted by "the man" for following too closely. Blue lights flashing, I was pulled over and stopped for unknown reasons. The state trooper informed me that there were an overabundance of rear-end collisions in the area, and that he had observed me following too closely to the vehicle in front of me. $145.00 and a pink citation later, I'm on my way. Damn shame he hadn't been in the area about 10 minutes prior when the tractor-trailer was crawling my ass, but I digress.

So now I'm late to pick my wife up and she's aware of the failed test. Needless to say, she was less than pleased with me. Pretty much put her in a foul mood the rest of the evening.

Top off the night with her inability to get a good night's sleep, up from 1 A.M. until 6 A.M. Back pain is a bitch, and I should know.

She can be a bit "crabby" when she doesn't get enough sleep. Add to that an entire day away from the house, helping out the in-laws.

Don't get me wrong, I'm happy to help, that's not the issue. Just the fact that I hadn't spent any time with my wife in quite a while. It had been at least 2 weeks since I had been in town, and the majority of that time, she was gone.

And then out the door again on Sunday for a 5 hour drive back to hotlanta, back to corporate hell.  ¶ 11:50 PM