Meh.

After the hormonal craziness of last week, I'm all about rockin' the balance this week. Trying my darndest to maintain a healthy, positive attitude while politely tolerating work, and wife-ing/ mothering with graceful aplomb. Aren't we all?

And while I am still looking into graduate school, its becoming abundantly clear that without a rich relative (don't have one) kicking the bucket and leaving me everything or hooking on the weekends (me, not the rich relative), there is no financial way of making it work. I'm trying not to be too bummed about this and I haven't given up but...Boo. I hate money.

So yeah. That's where I'm at right this moment. So -so. Not fantabulous but not in shitsville either.

How are you?

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A couple of evenings ago, walking around our neighborhood:

Me: Hey Otto! Look at that dog over there! What a cute dog!

Otto: Cute Dog!

Me: We should get another dog. Would you like a dog to live at our house?

Otto: Yeah!

Me: If we got a dog, what should its name be?

Otto: (after a long pause) Snack!

So stay tuned, folks. If and when we get a new dog, there is a distinct possibility that it may be named Snack. Because DUH. Snacks are awesome.