My husband has just started a job today! It’s a tutoring gig. Part time and the first time he has worked since Oct. 31st. Not for lack of trying, either. The poor sap has applied to more jobs than I can count, and he’s had five interviews that resulted in nada. This means in T-minus two weeks we could be on the road to Not Completely Broke. Not Completely Broke is better than Almost Living on the Street. If we didn’t have a sense of humor about our situation, my friends, we’d have murdered each other by now. Talk about white knuckle shit times.
Our stolen internet connection went out two weeks ago. But it’s back tonight and so am I. Ah, the news just keeps getting better.
Being broke is really distracting. A better distraction is booze.
And collective solace that boozing it up with your closest friends tends to bring in spades. Which reminds me,
one of the best things I’ve done recently was host a recession party.
Mark and I spent 25 precious bucks on some snacks, drinks and party supplies. We sent an evite to our closest friends that indicated to BYOB. We also had them bring an item to trade, giving a few ideas, such as old books, a good recipe or an unwanted shirt. Our friends, who are classier than we, brought excellent selections in beer. No one drank our on sale St. Paul’s Girl. Snobs. We put on a recession mix and partied to the wee hours with a dozen friends in the same sucky economy boat. I happen to own a karaoke machine, which was a big hit, too. Fun times were had by all! A lovely distraction indeed!
Party guest Chris details the attributes of wife 'Stina's used purse.
Karaoke at the recession party. No TV. Had to Google lyrics on stolen internet connection and improvise.
