Jake's new nickname for me is Howard Hughes. He thinks I am growing out my fingernails, and he accused me of telling Ozzie that I was going to build an airplane out of popsicle sticks. While I do eat a lot of popsicles, I don't think I have any where near the amount of sticks I need for an airplane.
I get his point. He thinks all of this alone time has made me a little weird. So what if I am thinking of trying out for the next installment of "So You Think You Can Dance?" So what if I go onto baby discussion boards? What else I am freaking supposed to do?
If my dad were answering the aforementioned question, he would say to look for a job 24 hours a day. And, if not looking for a job, try to perfect my cover letter or resume. He thinks that any job is a good job, even if it means working at the license Bureau. If you ask me, that is just child abuse. Telling your daughter to get a job at the license Bureau!? Then, he proceeds to remind me that an alternative would be asking someone if they want fries with that. Well, needless to say, I was reinvigorated to continue my prosperous job search. (Yeah, that's right dad BURN)
So, until I start my new job at Wendy's, I will continue my weird ways. Maybe tomorrow, I will spend hours watching my wedding video or alphabetizing my t-shirts. Howard Hughes was one of the richest men in the world. And a genius. I'm just sayin'.
1 comment:
So does this mean you save your popsicle sticks?
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