Now both the boy and I are both employed, he at a telemarketing place..don't be angry at him, he doesn't like calling you up at 9pm either... No really.. he comes home and sobs! Honest to God SOBS! about how cranky people are on the phone to him...

Well maybe he doesn't quite...sob as such.. but.. y'know... he sniffles a little..

And I am employed at a certain chocolate cafe in the city where I make over 18 dollars an hour! This is possibly nowhere near as exciting to you as it is to me.. but see.. I was a goddamn supervisor at my old job and I was paid 15 bucks an hour... and now I'm just a meek little waitress and I get over 3 bucks more! Woot!

Soon...soon me and the boy will be swimming in money cartoon duck style!

Ok...maybe not swimming..or even paddling for that matter.. but after the rent, bills and groceries we may just have enough to at least rub up against..just to get that sweet smell of money infused in.

Huzzah!