Ok...so sorry I haven't posted. I am now
healed
from the harsh wind/sunburn I exposed my poor/sensitive face to, except now my face is nowretaliating
with a minor breakout as aftermath of over a week of having an inch of Vaseline and aloe on it.I quit my job. My last day was actually May 02, but I haven't mentioned it on the blog yet, so it may be news. I am more than thrilled to not be involved in the dishonest scam that is Indigo Media. It is refreshing to no longer be a
slave
forincompetent, chauvinist, liars, con-artists, manipulators, nepotists, cheats, power-hungry mongroles, cut-throats, demons, and thieves.
(For a split second I thought, "You should end that phrase with
'bless their hearts'
so you don't sound so cruel...some of these folk haven't seen this side of you. You can say anything you want and end it in 'bless their hearts' and suddenly it sounds sweet, like a cute little BandAid over the whole thing." But then I remembered, if I were to give those people any kind of BandAid, it would be aused one
that I found atthe bottom of a public swimming pool.
)
Presently, I am working from home. I am doing some freelance design, I tutor French, and I am becoming a worship-worthy housewife. The house is clean, the bed is made, the laundry and dishes are done, and dinner is finished by the time my love walks in the door from work where I am there to greet him as the very
image of perfection,
in a stylish, frilly apron, skirt, heals. After we finish the delightful dish I created for dinner, I let Paul relax in his easy chair and watch basketball while I dote around him and rub his feet. I'm hoping that if I keep up all this good work, my sweet husband willreward me
with those new yellow cleaning gloves I've been wanting, I would love to keep my hands more delicate, no man wants a woman whose hands look worked.Sorry, things are boring. It's just life as usual around here, except for the fact that I usually don't put a bra on until 4:30 in the afternoon.
