Oh to be 13 months old July 3, 2009
Posted by erinfrances in It's how we roll, So married.Tags: jobs, marriage
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The sunny day off work, tossing a kid in the air in the back yard, belies what’s been going on.
There won’t be any more furloughs, but of course that doesn’t mean anyone’s handing out extra $20 bills at work. I won’t say more, except to say that being married to someone who’s in the same boat as you isn’t as cozy as you’d think when you hear whispers about Titanic metaphors. It never goes away — I can leave work, but he’s still there. So I’m still thinking about it.
Doesn’t make for very creative blogging.
But, that’s it. That’s all I’m saying.
We’ve been keeping our heads down because we don’t know what the next year (or six months) will look like. We’re painting the porch (and by we I mean Dave), we’re picking out colors for the family room (and by we I mean I). We’re planting perennials and forgetting to water them and growing jalapenos because the neighbor gave them to us. We’re going to Sawdust Days for an elephant ear and we’re going to BBQ with some friends. We’re going to Gallery Walk and maybe, just maybe, we’ll see some fireworks.
And we’re going to have a glass of wine. Gonna do that, too.
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