Dear Salvation Army, Please send Sweaters
I am not feeling so suicidal this week as last. Mostly, i have accepted that i am losing my job and will forever be a big failure, and with acceptance comes some semblance of peace. Also, Dan has been talking seriously about getting a "real" job, which if it happens, all my failures will no longer reverberate over the lives of two people and one poor dog. Seriously, with Dan staying home sometimes i felt so over-important that if i took a sick day our house would explode. Now that i'm a deadbeat, however, every day is a sick day!!!!!
My biggest concern with grad-school and job interviews is that Rascal has now bitten holes through ALL of my nice sweaters. I just looked down and realized i'm flashing undershirt all over the store. I didn't even know he'd gotten to this one! Emergency funds may need to be alocated to the J-Crew fund. On the plus side, Rascal learned how to lie Down in puppy class last night! We will tame this wild beast yet!