Professional Ladders

. so Ha Ha Ha Mr. Bobby Mestepey. Na Na Boo Boo! the only thing that gets me through is knowing my husband has been wrong about me for the last 12 years, 7 months, and 9 days. So Ha I say as I wallow in self pity eating bonbons, and playing bejeweled.

 

Bobby has always said its HIS fault, if he was higher up on the professional ladder, I would be more relaxed about life and would magically turn into little miss sunshine. DO I LOOK HAPPIER? I don't think so.

 

So after a tough go and much hard work, my husband has earned a pass to move 3 steps up the professional ladder. And do to some technical difficulties, I have completely fallen off the ladder. Thankfully my ladder was like a step stool so the only permanent damage is my pride.

 

I was trying to end this blog on a happy note but that would imply I'm happy. Sure my wonderful, brilliant, husband will probably try to shower me with gifts this year like a new-used van, a pop up camper, and two trips to see 2 of my bestest friends so they can slap me out of my funk… and a kiosk at the mall… but would that really make me feel better? Probably not but its certainly worth s try 

 

The weird thing about me is I can only be in a depressed-state-of-funk for so long before I get bored and create a new project for myself. Although ya know if I got more junk food and get hooked on a tv series on demand, I bet I have another week of good wallowing in me. So I'm sitting on the fence. Wallow or start pounding the pavement again… I need a junk-food-delivery-service.

 

But we pinky shook. Bobby & me. If I don't give up my $10 a month dimphotos gig, he won't give up his 5 zillion dollars career. That's sounds fair. So here's my plan, I'll send more flyers and emails out and work on my book. Right after I finished my game of bejeweled… and eat… and watch something…

 

And for the record, I'm really not a bitch, our van is on his last tire, we've been wanting a popup camper for three years. We've planned a Colorado trip since last summer. Ok, I may have slightly exaggerated my importance in seattle at D's house warming party but…(who knew Bobby would believe David needed me to come and cook… But whatever gets us there..) ok the kiosk demand borders on bitchyness but it's better than demanding jewelry I guess. (I got it in my head that if dimphotos just had a kiosk in the mall, I could be huge! But the funny part is its unbelievably expensive, Bobby and I had a price we would consider, it was like tripled our "magical doable range)

 

But anyway the one and only important message is to tell Bobby that he rocks! And I knew he'd survived his first two weeks. And I'm sorry I got it in my brain that I need to be a productive member of society… I need to stop it and realize I married rich and just like go shopping. And if you believe that, a hot, home cook meal made by me will be waiting when you get home tonight. (yep, outback take-out please.)