so has this been done yet

Psychic: *reads my mind*

My mind: My name is Zak Bagans. I never believed in ghosts until I came face to face with one.(You wanted us, you got us) So I set out on a quest to capture what i once saw onto video.(Go, go, go!) With no big camera crews following us around, I am joined only by my fellow investigator Nick Groff, and our equipment tech Aaron Goodwin. The three of us will travel to some of the most highly active paranormal locations where we will spend an entire night being locked down from dusk until dawn. (You have reached your final destination; Hell) Raw. (Ahh. STOP) Extreme. ( Oh my god! *BLEEP* STOP! STOP RUNNING!) These are our Ghost Adventures

Psychic: what the fuck

Putting the best construction on it.

We’ve been fairly broke for a while, Mister and I. We’ve gotten used to it. This summer there’s been no vacation destination pictures to share on social media, not many opportunities to eat out at local restaurants (we could have done more but then we’d be reaaaaallly broke).

Some people might say not working sounds awesome but it isn’t. Not really.

Mister’s interview went well on Monday. It sounds like he’s the type of teacher they need: he has experience in what they’re looking for. The board is meeting tonight, so he should find out soon.

I want to hope, but we’ve been in this situation over the last few months. More than once.

My interview with the staffing agency last week went very well. I haven’t gotten a job yet, but it’s not for lack of trying. They’ve called me practically every day this week. I did a couple of online tests today for another firm so hopefully I’ll find out about that job tomorrow.

Tomorrow is our five-year anniversary. In 2012 on our honeymoon, we talked about tomorrow’s date. “What do we want to do on our fifth anniversary?” 

We decided on an Alaskan cruise. 

No, that is not happening. We knew that back in January. Under the circumstances it’s understandable, but I think both of us feel a bit like we’ve failed. If things would have been different we could have somehow made it work. (In the same fantasy land both of us would be employed.)

And yet…and yet when I think back to five years ago, Mister was unemployed then, too. (I had a job, but I was not happy with it. At all.) He got a job offer the day after our wedding.

For better and for worse, we said. For richer and for poorer.

It’s been more the poorer side of things for us these five years, and for worse. Job stress, deaths in the family (both of his grandfathers, and my grandmother), worries about our parents. 

But as I sit here watching him make brownies, I can’t imagine life without him. And…I think he feels the same way about me. :)

I wouldn’t trade an easy, comfortable life with anyone else, because it wouldn’t be with him.

Yes, I’m a sap. Yes, I’m a romantic. I love my husband.

I don’t know what we’re going to do tomorrow. Probably go have a nice dinner somewhere. Whatever we do, we’ll be together.

Just like we promised, five years ago.

ily: i love you

ilysm: i love you so much

ilysmichbilysmifligtaliomymmnbyammcrccahgmbcykmcfl: I like you so much, I can hardly breathe. I like you so much, I feel like I got thunder and lightning inside of me. You make me nervous but you also make me calm. Real calm. Calm almost how god must be calm, you know, Mylene? Calm from loving. 

  • Me, as an intellectual: I know peter Parker won't die in infinity war because he just got introduced and tom holland has a 6 movie contract so I have nothing to worry about
  • Me, as a Fangirl: THANOS YOU BETTER KEEP YOUR GREASY LITTLE PURPLE SPACE HANDS OFF PETER AND HE BETTER NOT DIE OR I WILL FUCKING BEAT YOUR SORRY ASS UNTIL YOU WISH YOU WERE DEAD
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I just don’t want him to think I’m not cool.