hairdressing and chef require a lot of standing. Of course plumbing and A/C work can require heaving lifting.
Maybe I should get on my other idea, find a husband.
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hairdressing and chef require a lot of standing. Of course plumbing and A/C work can require heaving lifting.
Maybe I should get on my other idea, find a husband.
My other idea was for my (so far, mythical) Great Uncle Issac to leave me his billions. I guess the will's still in probate.
But see, this is what happens when you marry a pastry chef: [link]
Pastry chef Valentyn Shtefano and his bride Viktoriya show off her wedding gown, which Shtefano fashioned from 1,500 cream puffs and caramel.
I don't look that good Barb.
I think Electrician would be okay. Plumbing requires dealing with toilets and water.
Maybe I should get on my other idea, find a husband.
There's that. Or winning the lotto. Both seem equally likely to me these days.
There's that. Or winning the lotto. Both seem equally likely to me these days.
At least I can say I play lotto.
I have been thinking about hairdressing school.
My best friend in SF had most of a grad degree in English lit and had been working in various office jobs for years. She just really wasn't suited for office work and these jobs made her really unhappy. So she went to beauty school when she was in her mid-30s and has been working as an aesthetician since then and now is in nursing school. This kind of hands-on work with people work makes so much more sense for her.
At least I can say I play lotto.
Right there with you megan.
My mother always felt that it was a fundamental flaw of the US educational system, that people weren't encouraged to go to trade schools.
I clearly need to start playing lotto again. I don't even do that. A friend suggested I might find a husband if I handed out our leftover holiday cookies on the subway each day.
A friend suggested I might find a husband if I handed out our leftover holiday cookies on the subway each day.
You might. The question is, whose husband? And would you want him?