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Monday, December 21, 2009 Family

Swedish pancakes, to be specific. The kind that need lots of eggs (oh, we have been having eggs seventeenhundredy ways this week), lots of milk (crap, that half gallon didn’t last long), and lots of love and patience (crap, fresh out).

I was still slinging the last crepes onto plates as I turned on the shower and realized I had 45 minutes to make it to a job interview. It’s for a position in my old field, the one I’m really good at and have made a living at before. Sounds like a plan, no? It’s so crazy, it just might work.

Interview went fine, can’t think of any reason not to work with them, and can’t see any reason why I’m not tremendously qualified. We’ll just have to see if I can afford the extra expenses I’ll incur, like day care and summer camp and gas and clothing. No more wearing pjs all day, and that is a HUGE EFFING SACRIFICE, let me tell you.

Omg my head will split open like an overripe melon if I do not get out of earshot of Chowder and the rest of the Cartoon Network crew. I should have thought of that when I put the Wii on hiatus. Frying pan, fire. I’d sent them outside to wash the driveway (you heard right—it actually presents a new and unusual challenge, and they want to get it right.) but it’s started to rain. We’re boxed in.