That when you send out resumes people might call you. I might have an interview tomorrow if we can work out times. I'm not even sure where my suit is, (yes I own a suit). I'm not even sure I want a job, either.

Dr. visit went OK. I'm OK. We're not supposed to get pregnant this cycle (as if that was a problem). We'll start with my next cycle. Chris feels a lot better than I do. I'm not sure what exactly I wanted out of the appt., but I apparently didn't get it.

I know we're in TX and it's June and I should be greatfull for the rain, but come on!!!! I gots sh*t to do OUTSIDE. I can see the weeds in the garden from the window. Our roof is messed up (this is a post for another day, preferably a day involving liquor).