has come to our household. Hubby accepted--at last!--a job offer.
He'll now be part of the team of muy smart folks working on those nifty smart phones called Blackberrys.
We won't have to move: it's local.
Now, maybe, I can get back to reading and writing, as I've done precious little of either for months and months. Oh, and back to weight watching. Although it's been up in the nineties here, so walking out there any time the sun is out is not a pleasant prospect.
That move to Seattle seems tempting in retrospect when one is sweating like a wee piggie in the subtropical almost-summer sun. And preparing for hurricane season. :O
I've come to accept that I may have to hire this lady to help me with my neurotic hoarding/clutter issues. Yes, it's that bad. If I died, it would take them weeks to find me under all these books and magazines.