After a legitimate day of rest on Sunday, it was once more into the car paper signing breech again for B and me, one "last" time, this time at triple-A, who's insured her last two cars. Now that we have co-registered both our cars, we need to right a new insurance policy that takes into account my vastly smaller amount of driving experience and actuarially inferior sex.

I'm starting to get moody and sulky about something, but I can't figure out what. Think I'm manipulating myself and saying someone else is doing it.