And there's more drama to add to the uneven curtain rods and plumping of the bod, I quit my job Monday. Oh, glorious thing! I have to fulfill just four more days of my 13-year contract with the pizzeria. Frankly, the older I've gotten the more I've seen my boss turn into a schmuck. Maybe he's become greedy or maybe he just pays me to do the job of two people so doesn't hire help. Either way, I'm golden. Just beaming. And besides outgrowing the place my babysitter is completely unreliable. Today she called off because she's having a mental breakdown. Thanks a lot, mom!

Happy Valentine's Day!