I went on vacation.
Except it was kind of stressful, but I don't want to talk about it. But it's a blog; that's what I'm supposed to do--talk about it. But I don't want to.
I don't have a job.
Okay, I'll talk about it. I was offered a job, then the offer was rescinded. During my vacation.
I did get a tan, though.
And read three books.
But I still don't have a job. And by "I," I mean "we." We are unemployed.
School starts in a week.
I had so much I wanted to get done this summer. Mainly I wanted to write. I think I wrote two pages. I think I deleted three.
I (mostly) painted my kitchen.
My kids' bikes got stolen. During my vacation.
Anyone need a teacher? I don't have a job.
There, that covers it.
