i feel like all i've done for the past two hours is argue. ross is inexhaustible. we quarreled while shopping: how much should we buy, what, could we carry it all back. as it was a huge load, i made the executive decision that we would abscond w/ the cart, which we did. still a poor substitute for a car.

also helped rob lug boxes earlier. he rewarded me before by buying me lunch and later by telling me i looked like a renaissance painting. he's taking Arth 1 -- i guess such images are fresh in his mind.
pennbecca is coming over to see the barn, eat dinner w/ us (and apparently 50 others...) and meet ben at long last. i'm a little nervous which for me is normal. as you can tell from their journals, they're very different people. but i love them both so whatever.

i'll have to finish this in a bit. i'm stressing suddenly. now w/ lastminute additions we're making dinner for 8; i'm tense; ross reproachful. i don't mean to be antisocial. it's just that this is a very high maintainance household and i can't always deal w/ it. i have to go pick up becca.