First, I just need to appologize for skipping a week of posting. I got offered, and excepted, a new job that starts after Thanksgiving and I’ve been working my butt off to finish projects for my clients. Ah, behold the value of a steady paycheck!
Batten down the hatches! Nail the furniture to the floor! Warning hot! We’ve got an ankle biter on the move!
We’re totally screwed. We need to move to a bigger place. Stat!
Ok, it was only three steps. Am I over reacting? Next thing I know he’ll have a CPA or JD or something and I’ll have to let him take me out to dinner.
Meanwhile, we’ve almost got a famdemic here — H is sick, I’m sick and Jen thought… just maybe… she was feeling sick this morning. That’s all we need, a famdemic. Does Bushes plan cover famdemics? I wonder if our family travel will be restriced.