Around here, that's progress.
Exciting news is that I might have a real job (vacation! personal days! benefits!) in the editing field, come January. What with the kids all doing that growing-up thing and all, I really need something else useful to do in my life (because cleaning out the refrigerator and nagging the kids to clean their rooms just isn't as fulfilling as it sounds). Also, money is nice. So, if you all could just keep your fingers crossed for me for the next, oh, 3 months, that would be helpful.
And if I could manage to keep from spending as though I actually have the job already, that would be helpful, too. Meaning, no matter how cute they look on the Internet, no new camping trailer purchases will be happening around here for the foreseeable future.
Wow, I spelled foreseeable correctly. I am amazing. I have mentioned my brush with spelling bee fame, haven't I? Glory days, people - glory days.
And...that's all for tonight. I just wanted to touch base with you lovely readers and wish you a Happy Bruce Springsteen Birthday. The man is 66. I remember seeing him back in 1984 and thinking he was really old, because he was in his THIRTIES.
Yup, he looks ancient there. ANCIENT. Sometimes? I hate my 21-year-old stupid self.