See, that's the worst thing about t, though -- I don't have much more time with them. In nine days, I'm going to my cousin's place in Ohio for ten days. Of those coming nine days, I work 3 of them, I'm off on 1 of them, and the remaining four haven't been scheduled yet. Then I'm gone for just-short of two weeks (because my cousin needs to get herself in order to leave for school on the 19th or so), and I've decided I'm not working later than August 24th. And mom just said that the Beach House is open from the 21st-26th, so if me and The Boys have the 19th as our last day, then we'll have some fun in the sun before Gene and Josh are trucked off to school -- and that means only one week after getting back from Ohio. So, put simply, this can't happen again, because there isn't time. But that doesn't mean I'm not pissed it's happened at all.