So Robb didn't get the job he interviewed for last week. I really thought he would and I'm pretty bummed. It was M-F, 8-5, right around the corner from our house, and it was something he would be crazy good at. And it paid actual money, not just the freaking Family Chrisian coupons he gets now for working his hiney off. I like the word "hiney."
I just thought we were ready for a steady stream of good news around here. It just seemed like time for it.
I am bummed and I don't wanna talk about it.
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If Life is like a box of chocolates, you just got a chocolate-raspberry covered turd.
I'm bummed for ya.
Do I need to drop off a bottle of Gentlman Jack?
nah...I'm going to fall back on my favorite neurosis: workaholicism.
Now, if I get everything done, however, I might need a little reward....
you shouldn't blog about stuff you don't want to talk about ;) but I'm feelin' ya--one of Ron's profs decided to split up his last class on tues,wed,thurs and extend it another hour because he doesn't like the way the students think (it's the first freakin'week!) Anyways, it means I'm losing another hour of sleep and I'm already barely able to drive the car to work as it is...yeah. We could use a little prayer in our direction if anyone's thinking about it...and we will continue praying for you guys.
how come the older I get, the more I want my mommy?
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