I have a job

It is not my ideal job, but it is a job, and that's fantastic. Mostly because it means I can stop looking for a damn job. But it is in my chosen district, so if I hate it I can always transfer (or get pregnant!). Husband is annoyed because I had multiple offers and in his world I could leverage that and get paid a buttload of money. But in my world it just means that I don't have to look for a job anymore. Did I mention that?

Husband is all cute about it. I called and told him so he left work early to go on "errands" he wouldn't share with me. I asked if he was at the diamond store and he said no. He did go buy me a CD, some really pretty flowers, wine, and all the stuff to make twice-baked-potatoes. Now he's wearing his Longhorn apron and making me dinner. I think he's also celebrating the beginning of combined household income.

Hey, does anyone need 99 plain white 9x13 envelopes? I bought a box of 100 to send out resumes and I've used exactly one.