employment optional.. and other such nonsense.

So here I was, an emotional wreck.   Jesus CLEARLY told me it was time to get ta steppin.   He put crackers in my BED!

So now I was ready.  Not physically, but I had my mind made up.
The boys and I HAD to go.   No more dilly dalying.....  except.. well, I donno... I'm not ready :/

At this stage in the game, I had already busted John for being unemployed. His cobra option came in the mail the same week.  When I confronted him with his unemployment, he naturally gave me a song and dance about his walk-out... and also about his new job! at the Palm steakhouse!


So two weeks later, I'm feeling a little saucey. And by saucey, I mean pissed off and suspicious.  So I called the Palm steak house.  

They'd never heard of John.

I walked upstairs and pushed open the bedrooom door.

"you don't work at Palm. They've never heard of you."

(him) "are you gonna stand there all day waitin for me to say something?"

(Me) "nope"

---call sisters, start packing.

Gone tomorrow.