This dual-income thing is mighty weird. Out all day, back in the evening slightly-pooped and slightly-surely. Mom's still here which is good in that it delays the shock E and I are going to get next week when all the nummy food we usually cook isn't going to be ready to eat 'till bed time, I mean 9 o'clock.
Woo-hoo I'm still the Boggle master! (Only 1 loss to Mrs. E. Allin... though Dame S. Allin scored the first official 8 letter word 'breather' for a whopping 11 points!)
Being DINKs is alright I suppose, once we actually get those two pay days. Oh yeah, except that every cent of my cheque goes to paying off the credit card. Ha Ha. Ha? Well the joke's on them because Barclay's has offered ME a credit card now and if I transfer Elisabeth's mess onto my card, there'll be no payment for a year. Woo-hoo! Here's to putting things off! Now all I've got to do is play my cards right on Friday when I try to get this card of capitalist delights... Shave, brush what little hair is left on my head and remember not to wear my t-shirt that says "All banks are an evil extention of a fascist neo-feudal caste system that imprisons our bodies and minds via the almighty dollar."
Elisabeth's at her mondo-Italiano class tonight.
Ciao!