Perhaps good news…
I just told Dave last week, when he had a bad feel sorry for himself day, when he didn’t get off the couch all day, or get dressed, or shower.
I told him that lack of money was leading to the depression or at least aggravating it. I told him also that he should spend his energy out and about to look for a part time job to make him feel usefull and also give us a little bit of extra cash to help make ends meet. Not to be mean, I just know this would help a little, to get him back to his old self. I told him that a job would not come to him, he needed to seek it out.
Then the phone rang, 10 minutes ago, a friend of his has to much work and need’s help, Dave was game. He will spend next week setting metal posts and hanging drywall for a new East Side Marios Restaurant. This is work he can do with his current injury. A job he wasn’t looking for just landed in his lap. I hope that is a sign of things to come.
My guilty pleasure in life is Dill Pickle chips. Damn do I love Dill Pickle chips, I wish they were not bad for me. I just had some, which is what inspired this random statement. When I was pregnant with Evan I was obsessed with Dill Pickles. Dave bought me Costco sized Dill Pickle jars. Yum!
Ok back to TV.