DH brought me this nest. It was once the home of a family of Orioles. I thought it was sweet of him to think of me when he saw it on the ground.
The job fair stunk or maybe I'm too picky. I don't want to do shift work at the dog food plant and I don't want to work in a casino. I'd really like to use my degree if possible. Something is bound to come along sooner or later. At least I'm working on being employed.
In the meantime, I guess I could clean house. Tomorrow I'll channel Donna Reed, Harriet Nelson, and June Cleaver and whip this house into shape. Since I don't have pearls, Mardi Gras beads will have to suffice. I have the apron and heels covered. Wish me luck.