Well hello there. Did everyone have a lovely Valentine’s Day? And you all got the perfect valentine from that special somebody? No? Ah hell, there’s always next year.

The reason you all haven’t heard much from me is because not much is going on. Not much at all. I’ve spent the past three days with the beautiful Audrey and Brody the hell child who turns three tomorrow. And guess what – I get to spend tomorrow with them too! I went to the doctor with them yesterday because their mother needed reinforcement and my belief that there should be six-year intervals between children was solidified. Twins would probably kill me – if not the birth, the raising for sure. Those Anderson kids sure are fun though. (Fun enough to get me sleeping by ten and awake by seven for the past three mornings. Not that I’m complaining.)

I still haven’t decided how long I’m going to stay home. My parents haven’t gotten severely pissed at me for anything, which is unusual. Also, my old man is talking about going to Duluth sometime next week so maybe, just maybe, if he goes I can tag along and visit with the gang.

Oh oh! I got my several-thousand-dollar piece of paper in the mail yesterday. My very own diploma. Aren’t I supposed to just have a job handed to me now?

So do you want to know? Have I heard from any jobs? Nope. Not a one. Fuck you, employment. Fuck you and all you stand for.

I might have to take up your offer soon, Kelly. I never minded writing papers much anyway.