The current state of things at our house is one of timorous optimism, in that the old contract that my man is in is disintegrating. He's in the midst of a job search, and the resulting conversation, I feel, is a natural extension of this curiousity and looking forward to the future.
me: So there's nothing like cutting yourself loose.
Robert: Yeah...I'm just concerned I do, then I get told 'Sorry, No' on Monday, and I'm adrift for weeks.
me: Well...find out on Monday
And the second you do, call and quit. :)
Robert: Yup, that's my plan. Although...I will have to pass a criminal background check before the hiring is official. What if....what if they find out about....you know...that.
me: With the super glue and the cattle prod?
Robert: No, the other thing. With the carp and the LSD.
...you should check if the statute of limitations ran out on that.
Robert: True...and it's not like the carp can testify against me...anymore.
me: it can't even swim straight.
I think you're in the clear.
Robert: Okay nods You're probably right.
me: Just breathe, baby. If you're meant to have this, it'll happen quickly.