What's new with me? Glad you asked.

The worst thing in the world is popcorn kernels getting stuck in my teeth. I don't get why popcorn has to be such a bastard and hide in impossible to reach locations where only your tongue can find. Then you constantly rub it with your tongue to try to dislodge it, but it doesn't do anything except make you look like you're chewing on your tongue. Not to mention, I used to LOVE the popcorn but right now I feel like I may be sick from it. What an icky (partial) lunch. 

The hubby called today with exciting news! He has a job interview this coming Monday! Everyone please cross your fingers and send some good karma our way. He needs and deserves a good job with regular hours and benefits. 

So the hubby and I decided we wanted to look into getting approved for a home mortgage loan. We knew it would be a work in progress, but we met with a consultant Monday to get the ball rolling. We discovered we weren't in as bad condition as I thought we were, but we have some work to do. So we have "homework" for the remainder of the year to get ourselves ready for a house purchase. At least we now know what to do and I feel good about it. 

I was tested last week for diabetes. My dad has it and his uncle had it. I won't know the results myself until next Wednesday when I go to the doctor. Hopefully I don't have it too, but being overweight with a family history of it, my chances aren't looking so good. I am not equipped to deal with that kind of strict self discipline, I can barely make a diet stick. 

I have developed an alarming obsession with all things Matthew MacFayden. I'm watching MI-5 and anything else I can find him in on Netflix possibly more often than I should. My husband may be getting suspicious of my relationship with him via Netflix. Luckily, I control the Netflix so he can't separate us. 

He has a stress headache because I haven't watched him in a few days.
Don't worry, Matthew, I'm coming back.

All I want to do, when not watching Matthew MacFayden, is eat pineapple sherbet and then sleep. I'm so tired! I went to bed at 9 the other night and 10 last night-and last night I was ill (as in annoyed not sick- I'm southern ya'll) because I was up so late. 

Here's hoping that 1) I get the kernel out of my tooth, 2) Hubby gets a new job, 3) I don't have the diabetes, and 4) I can stay awake long enough to get though the work day and play with some friends this evening.