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I had my first day at work today. Once I get going, I'll be working really flexible hours, so that I can continue to parent full time. However, the next couple weeks have me away from home a lot. I like it. You know how some women abandon their homes for the workplace, where they feel appreciated and they earn money for it? I used to judge those women.
There is a whole world out there. Did you know? A world where people wouldn't dream of standing outside my bathroom door to have a conversation whilst I am otherwise occupied. A world where grown-ups consult my opinion and take my advice. A world where people have recently showered.
I came home this afternoon to an astonishing pile of dirty dishes.
But there was also a full in-box of love letters from Tim.
Ah, the real world.

I gave the dog a haircut tonight. This dog looked like a wild third-world mutt. Now she looks half her size. She was pretty gross, and the hair wasn't trimming itself.
I think that this employment is going to help me to be more productive than usual. Before I even left this morning, I had done laundry and dishes and a very respectable quiet time. My Mother used to say that busy people are the ones who get things done. I think she's right.

I'm going to a funeral on Monday. It's for the father of my friend, Heidi . She is the eldest of 12 kids. She has 10 of her own. They are a good sort of people, the sort who should really be encouraged to reproduce. I haven't seen this friend in a couple of years. The trip to the funeral involves a road trip with girlfriends. I am expecting Patsy, Kara, Jenine, Jessie. These are girls who love, and girls who go way back. These are the sorts of friends a girl needs.

On a different note, entirely....
Do you know that people often ask inappropriate questions of dating people? I have taken an informal survey of the sorts of things folks will say to a dating couple, and I think you should hear about them, so you'll know what not to say. You would never say these things, I am sure.
But everyone else does.
1. How come he hasn't proposed yet? Or: When are you going to propose?
2. Are you going to use birth control?
3. Am I invited to the wedding?
And my personal favorite:
4. So, how far have you two gone?
I have been asked these questions repeatedly, and so has Tim.
The answers, in no particular order, are: Back off, Mind our own business, In your dreams, and no. In case you were wondering.