That it isn't all that bad. Sure, I'm not making enough money as it is and I haven't actually had a flight to work in over 2 weeks (that's just how our system works). I went to a flower shop in town today and tried to beg for work...also turned down.
That said, I get to travel around for free and I just had an amazing weekend in San Fransisco, actually the first time I've ever been to California.
Me in Japan Town. I bought so, so many things at the "dollar store"
For some reason, I was divinely inspired at the grocery store yesterday and actually came up with a dinner idea. Today, I threw all this stuff in a crockpot and made something all three of my roommates are raving about. We also shared a bottle of wine I brought back from the best winery EVER in Sonoma. It feels really good to cook dinner for your friends and they actually like it and go back for more. I never had this feeling in my marriage where I so often felt like such a colossal domestic failure.
In one night, I found out that two close friends are pregnant too! As I stood on my porch, drinking my second wine glass of Bailey's, sporting my newest updo, I realized that perhaps I AM actually living the life I'm supposed to live; happy for my friends, happy to share some good food and good wine, in love (maybe--no comment) and poor. Poor, but happy. On duty, but drunk. It's not that bad.
OK, first attempt trying to put photos in this thing.
