Larry's away again, meaning I got home from work last night, did the dishes, and went to bed with no time for blogging. I woke up this morning, rather pleased with myself for holding everything together despite my husband's absence. This feeling of self-congratulation lasted a full 5 minutes, at which point a sobbing Rachel presented herself in my bedroom. Seems that, um, a certain tooth fairy neglected to leave a gift under her pillow last night - you know, that much-anticipated gift for the very first tooth that Rachel finally managed to lose.
In other news, I have been offered an editing job on a contract basis. I have always wondered how someone gets to be an editor, and now I have my answer. She has a friend who finds her a job. It's who you know, folks; it's all who you know.
The e-mail offering me the position stressed that I would have to set my own hours and could work as much as I want from home, so long as I use up the assigned monies. It also mentioned the pay range, which is 3-4 times what I make at the bookstore. And would those arrangements be all right with me? Gosh, I don't know. Could I have a pony, too?
And just to keep things from going too well around here, I didn't lose any weight this week. Even though I'm starving. But, hey! According to Weight Watchers, if I take a 20-minute walk, I earn the right to eat an apple. I don't know about any of you, but I need a little more incentive than that if I am going to make myself exercise. Say, a brownie sundae with extra whipped cream....