Here's your answers today!
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Aren't you some sort of engineer?
Oh Jesus no. No.
Don't get me wrong. I wish I was an engineer. Engineers are smart and get paid like, hinty billion dollars a year. My brain just does not work that way. They are all focused and whatever and I run around going, "Blah! Blah! Blah!"
We just don't understand each other. I like them and they like me, but we are on two different levels.
-Captain Steve asks:
A 20% raise?! Can I scream?
Of course! I'll scream with you!
Awesome isn't it? I am BEYOND thrilled. I mean, my workplace still leaves a lot to be desired, but hey, if I have to be there, I might as well get paid.
I don't really know what made this come about. I have two theories. Either:
1) My employer is afraid I will quit.
2) The government found out that the women make considerably less than the men and made some threats about it.
I'm thinking it's more along the lines of number 1. I can't imagine the government cares that much.
Anyway, it doesn't matter. Getting a raise is KICK-A.
Did you go outside and scream?
OF COURSE! I also did a little dance.
No, seriously. I did.
Tara asks, if reference to my Mother-in-Law:
perhaps you could pay someone to throw a baggie of dog poop on her door step?
Nah. I'm really not that mean, no matter how I appear on my blog. I really would like to be able to work out our difference. Poop would probably hinder that effort.
Huffs Happenings asks:
And go see your counselor -- what's his name? Big Joe? Something?
Big Jim. He's the man.
(I see him every week)
Praying to Darwin asks:
Um, is it possible that your in-laws have figured out the interwebs, and are leaving you vitriolic comments? Wouldn't that be a DELICIOUS twist to the story???
Eh. It would be pretty weird. But I kind of doubt it. I don't exist in their world, so I really doubt they would seek me out like that.
Also, they have NO IDEA that I write anything. So. There you go.
And finally, some anonymous douchenozzle asks:
Do you ever do anything except complain about your husband and how stupid he is?
If you think I complain about my husband? You have obviously never read my blog, nor have you lived with my husband.
I love that man unlike anything in this world.
That man makes me crazier than anyone else ever could.
And he would be the first one to tell you.
I am the best damn wife he could ever imagine having.
And so on!