The recruiter called back and asked for an introductory note asking for my experience in the fields required. I find a lot of these recruiters want me to parrot the language in the job req. I hate to think I'm being too naive thinking that people looking to hire actually read resumes--I know I did, and my experience is really clearly and extensively laid out. 3/4 of the resume talks about what the recruiter's interested in--just not all up front. Still, on the first page.

I get so sad when I think of you moving back to Jamaica, even though I've never met you face-to-face. I know that makes me silly.

I'm not calling you silly! I don't want to go back either.

DH's flight home has been cancelled and Owen got off the bus feeling sick.

I didn't buy enough chocolate.

Oh, Cash, this is all just no good!

DH just called. He's going to try to book a different flight. If he can't, he'll rent a car in Chicago and drive home. Stupid weather. Stupid airlines.

Oh, Cash, MAN. That is beyond sucky. And it's horrible to think your winter is going on longer than *ours* even.

Cash, I don't think there is enough chocolate.

I think after a dinner of fish fingers and mac & cheese, the kids and I will bake some chocolate chip cookies. It may very well provide us with a)distraction and b)yummy comfort.

I think that's an excellent plan, Cash.

Franny's school is having an open house tonight. I made chocolate chip cookies for the bake sale. I wish I could just eat them myself.

My house is a pit and it is making me crazy. I lost one of my regular cleaning weekends, so it is build up. I did manage to run the vacuum then, but I really need to start doing it once a week because of the extra litter flinger.

And my back has been crawling for 2 weeks now, and probably will continue to what with work plus house hunting and it is just annoying. I hate feeling my skin crawling. It's better than actual pain, but still.

And it is all first world and I am WHINY.