I thought I *told* you, the Rastafarians have taken care of my money problems, and I have NO trouble getting wood.
Damned spammers.
I mis-read the last word as "splinters". That was a sporfle-filled moment.
I'm back from another enjoyable job-application/interview. The great thing about working in the delightfully-underpaid caregiving profession is that potential employers are always glad to see someone who has a few years experience. I have reason to be optimistic about being employed again in the near future, and reason to believe I will have the luxury of choosing whichever job suits me better.
{{{{{Kristin}}}}}}} {{{{{{vw}}}}}}} Job~ma, and school~ma, Nora.
{{{{{{{{{{ever'body}}}}}}}}}}} because? Why not?