The other good thing that happened today is that my wife was offered a part-time job at a local credit union as a teller. I'm excited for her and for us. Hopefully, we won't struggle with money so much having a second income. Of course, there's a part of me that gets a little nervous about my wife's sexual addiction and bipolar disease. When she's at home, there's a bubble of safety that exists, at least in my mind. That bubble's going to be popping next Monday. But, this news is welcome and good. I give thanks for it.
Tonight, I have to make brownies for a potluck at work tomorrow. That means I have to stop at that gulag of consumerism, Wal-Mart, on my way home from the office. I hate going to that place at any hour of the day, but at 5 p.m., it's like paying for a fraternity hazing. I can't avoid it, however.
The good news is that, once I get home, I can change into my pajamas and not leave the house for the rest of the evening. For those of my disciples who don't think putting pajamas on at 6 p.m. is thrilling, I would encourage you to try it, supplemented with hot chocolate and/or a bag of Cheetos (the crunchy kind).
Saint Marty may even spike his hot chocolate with a little Bailey's tonight.
Care to join in the fun? I'll bring the Cheetos |
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