No news on the applying-for-my-position-that-has-been-reclassified-and-every-other-bastard-wanting-a-piece-of-my-awesome-job front.
Every day I go in dressed in fabulousness expecting an interview and they haven’t even shortlisted yet.
In other news:
Googler found this post. A post where I whine about my mother, post a pic of my girl Jenny and make my husband faint at my awesomeness. Interesting… and *vomit*. I guess that counts for the second search.
Now I am off to
eat my body weight in chocolate get drunk tend to my broken child get drunk do some housework visit your blogs.