Home is wonderful. Kitties are happy - they have more space than they know what to do with...Fig and I have gotten through our initial, obligitory bickering, and tonite we're sitting at home by ourselves with a bottle of bubbly and a roaring fire.
Life is good. The boy has turned into Martha Stewart (not in a blue-collar criminal way, but in an insane, house-wifey sort of way) Work is getting progressively better... I've ended up with a 9-6 Monday to Friday office job, which is nice. No chance at a commission, but its definitely less cutthroat, which seems worth the loss of theoretical income.
Anyway, more later. The boy is home, and hes upset that the girls made such a mess. We've been up to all sorts of girly naughtiness, with backrubs and pedicures... Mmmm...
Life is good. The boy has turned into Martha Stewart (not in a blue-collar criminal way, but in an insane, house-wifey sort of way) Work is getting progressively better... I've ended up with a 9-6 Monday to Friday office job, which is nice. No chance at a commission, but its definitely less cutthroat, which seems worth the loss of theoretical income.
Anyway, more later. The boy is home, and hes upset that the girls made such a mess. We've been up to all sorts of girly naughtiness, with backrubs and pedicures... Mmmm...
That's funny because I teach the blue-collar criminal way at a local methadone clinic.