From Terry Hatcher to Dolly Parton

Well, I did it.

I got myself a job. I fooled 'em enough in the interview that they were excited to have me as part of their team.

Now I just sweat everytime the phone rings, worried that it's a member of the french media calling and I'm going to make a fool of myself and then they'll write some expose on me.

Nah, seriously, all's well. I am looking forward to what I see as big projects on the horizon.

And, we bought a house. The week of January 24th was a monumental one for this chick....new job and new house.

Now, if the snow would just MELT ALREADY, then this picturesque world that I've built for myself (with the help of Dave, of course) can take some shape!!

Somehow, the fairy tale world of skinny, hot Terry Hatcher the housewife just doesn't compare to frumpy 9-5er Dolly Parton. If only I had the bodacious tatas to go with this fantasy...... right Dave?!

Happy St. Pat's day to y'all! Have a green beer (or two) for me! Now that we're almost home owners, it also means that we're poor. And the only green beer I'm drinking is stuff that's been sitting so long in the shed that it's naturally green! Ew.