6:20 Tuesday morning saw me groggily sitting on the plane, visions of paychecks and no financial strain in my head as we departed the familial challenging Buffalo.

Chicken wings with the fiery spice of a thousand women scorned, I shall miss thee.

Did I tell you how much fun it is to apply for teaching jobs?
Did I? (fake smile!)
Did? I? (ping!)
It's great.

Not unlike the Volgors in Hitchikers' that need every form in triplicate.

I will say that I love the teacher recruitment lady, Billie Jo. She calls me "hon". I hope her friendly services get me a job.

Dh was offended yesterday when I told him that I thought he should join an escort service. Have you seen that kid? We'd be mad rolling in the dough, yo.

So for now, I shall have to be content to sit and wait. I have 4 job applications in. Quick! Somebody bite! And the hot tub makes it all worthwhile.

Eh, if you see me wandering around the streets, pinch me on the back of the arm - you know, where it really hurts, and tell me to join the gym. Yes, I, like, commas.

Have y'all seen "A Love Song for Bobby Long?" FAAAAABULOUS, darlings. New Orleans, AND John Travolta. Now them's good eats.

Oh, y'all know what else is funny? I showed up not once, but TWO-ICE in an image search for "heels fuck". Now there's some food for thought.