Saturday, October 01, 2011

Things are generally going so bad that I can't but help cry for 5 minutes and then break out in hysterical fits of giggles.I told The Husband that something "bloody spectacular" happen for us in the next few weeks.
I've been offered and un-offered TWO positions in 7 days because of H1 stuff. It's so ridiculous its funny.
Moving on, moving on.
I've been trying to find that perfect game for the Xbox. A part of me wants to buy Fable 3 but the reviews for it are SO BAD that I can't bring myself to. It might just be Fallout 3 or Mass Effect 2 that I buy.
See, the good thing about this entire situation is, if I don't get a job and take a break, I'll strive to be one of those hip 25 year old hanging out with my Yoga friends at a protein shake bar talking about our sculpting class and walking our dogs. The first thing I'd do is get a dog if I knew I was going to be home for 6 months. I can't wait :-) I'm going to name him/her after Tubby and Duke. RIP. Perhaps Tuke. Or Dubby.But that's setting a personality precedent for a dog even before it can develop one.I think The Husband's family gives the worst names for their pets. One of their first dogs they called 'Duke' without realizing it was a girl. And by then it was too late. And her kids are 'Milo' and 'Rogue'.
I'd pick my Ozzy and Tubby anyday.



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