Hugs, Anne. Calm~ma headed your way.

I was just afraid I wouldn't wake up for work, otherwise I would have gone in there.

I know. I kinda wish she would have come to bed with us, but...

...anyway. How's your day, hon?

eek! A cautionary tale, indeed.

If I get a farm type situation, I have no illusions about being able to make money on it. I'd just want it to provide my own food for myself/my family. Would still need non-farm income. Also, this is a pipe dream, I am currently just excited about the prospect of making my own cheese in my own condo kitchen.

Also, I gotta get tuned in to the raw milk underground.

How's your day, hon?

Oh ... it's ok. Fucked up with payroll. I called in mine yesterday and told them I'd call in co-worker's today, not knowing they'd send the paperwork for mine yesterday and co-worker's tonight. Meaning we'd get dinged for two FedEx charges, which pissed Boss off. I apologized and got the second FedEx fee waived and that made him happier and he doesn't seem to be pissed off anymore. But he seems to be feeling ... I don't know. He's kind of ... sad? Upset? He's got a swamped day and said he'd talk to me about what we need to talk about when he got back from everything he's got to do today. I think he's realized that he's not going to be able to afford getting me benefits and he doesn't know what to do. Which, of course, makes me feel bad because even though the potential move is good for you and Em and me in so many ways, I feel like I've scammed him or something. Which, I haven't, but still.

Aw, jeez, Aims. I'm sorry.

I've applied for two part-time jobs in Ypsi. I'm hoping, if I get them both, it'll work out to one full-time job.

We need to get Da Punk in some day-care or preschool stat. That's the first thing your mom said this morning: "Your dad needs to go to work and you need to go to school." Which, true, but...hey, and good morning to you, too!

She ain't wrong. What with the rain I can't get Em anywhere and we're looking at another day of moping around the house. Which drives us both nuts, which makes the dog tense, so he cuddles up with Emeline which she doesn't like and whines about it and it just goes around again.

Gods, let me get a job! I want out of here!

Happy Birthday, Juliana!

Aslo, comfort and hugs to Miracleborns.

Also, I gotta get tuned in to the raw milk underground.

Pssst, lady....I can hook you up. Holsteins, 10 head, *unpasteurized*....

Actually, I'd be willing to bet serious folding money that my bro has a connection in the raw milk underground.

It's like a total thing! I have a phone number that I was too nervous to try out of the blue. Then I lost it. No raw milk for me! cries

Mmmm cheese.

checks clock, starts sending vibes toward SailAweigh.

Back to work with me, but first to try and get my lazy ass boys out of bed. They will stay in bed until late afternoon if I don't make a fuss, and I'm often so busy in the morning with work that I don't make the fuss. Ugh, I dislike the bitching part of motherhood.

you need to go to school.

As soon as the job thing gets straightened out and finalized. We'll look into getting her into school. I agree - she needs it and needs it bad. If for nothing else then to get her using the potty again.