That's what Spongebob (and Gary the snail) just said.
I've been a ton more cheerful since I ran out of birth control (no health insurance yet)...why is that? What a way to start a marriage, easily depressed and grumpy! Last night I was laughing so hard at Plankton, Jason was laughing at me, not the cartoon.
I got a job--so to speak--at Kohl's. I trained for 16 hours last week and got a lot of work done on my nails while the boring-and-smarmy-as-all-get-out training DVDs were playing. They only gave me 13 and a half hours this week, Monday and Saturday, but Terri did warn me they couldn't give me much. I can take another part-time job at a Marriot if I want, and I interviewed at a furniture store yesterday that will be full-time at around $10 an hour if I get it. I'm not confident about the interview, though. I think I might have babbled too much, and Jina lectured me for saying "yeah" in answer to a question. I hate worrying about it, but I really want and need this job; we're practically broke and don't want to borrow any more money. I'll find out Monday or Tuesday. I HATE job searching!
What else is there to say, really? Jason's pool job is over, so we're both bored and feeling rather loserish. There seems to be some kind of mysterious clumsiness vortex at work around his parents' house; I've now broken a salt shaker, a glass (well, the cats broke it, but I left them out when I went to work), and today a casserole dish. Jason says their stuff is old and more breakable (and the glass was Guiness, so it was evil anyway :)), but why do I have to be the unlucky schmoe who finally does the deed? Robert and Cheryl have been so incredibly nice, and I know they won't make me feel bad when they find out about this latest one, but I feel like such a moron! I insisted that we go to Linens 'N Things and get replacements with our leftover wedding gift card money today, whether they want us to or not. (Maybe while we're there we can pick up an ice cream maker...)
Well, I think that's it, really. Still trying to read. Finished Pres. Hinckley's biography. That man is so beyond awesome. Now I'm working on Joseph Smith's, the other end of the prophet spectrum. I'd been wanting to read it, and Cheryl got us the collector's edition. Pretty cool.
Anyone who could include us and our depressing job hunt it their prayers, we'd really appreciate it. But don't worry, I'm in better spirits than I have been in a long time. Maybe I should find alternate means of preventing conception...
