Remember when I said something good was coming? Well…what? 48 hours and one phone call later we hastily purchased a ticket to ride for this morning so that Zach could fly off to Los Angeles for a job interview. And not just a job, a like foot in the door, career making job! Whatever happens, please think good thoughts for him tomorrow as his interview is in the morning.
Lately I’ve been feeling a bit like the song Somethings Coming from West Side Story (one of my favs!). I’m not sure why. No, our circumstances have not changed. We’re still living the American Dream, Zach is still working hard at a survival job and I thankfully am still getting residuals. But it’s like something has turned…the air is different. Not just that it’s fall and I’m all excited about sweaters and boots and my new bangs (I.am.so.shallow.) It’s just like something good is coming, I can feel it!
Back in the day I was a purse fiend. Alright, I won’t lie I am still a purse fiend. The sight of the new Vuitton can just make my stomach feel all wiggly. And that blue Kooba? I would DIE to have it. But, ah…how the times have changed. If someone dropped a grand in my hands to shop I have to admit, I wouldn’t buy a bag. I’d get a new stroller.
Good heavens people. What a week. Or week and a half really. Stinker has been sick, sick, sick and it’s been a comedy of errors trying to get the tangled web of what’s going on figured out. In the end it’s nothing serious, all simple innocent childhood issues but in a perfect storm of ‘well it could be..’ symptoms. So, the final word is: two ear infections, Roseola, and a severe Amoxicillan reaction and a cold. YAY!