Men Keep Giving Me Terry Pratchet Books
I've got three Terry Pratchett books that were given to me by my friend who I have referred to as the Poopsmith. Now my husband has been cleaning his old room (I'll explain in a bit) and keeps piling all the Terry Pratchett books that he finds on my bedside table to read. So I keep getting to read funny books for free because men keep giving them to me.
My husband has been cleaning because we live in his parents' old room now (he bought the house from his parents) and his sister is going to be moving into his old room. I would complain more about his sister moving in, but frankly, the timing is really good. I'm almost out of money and they rent they'll be paying will help cover food, which is what I've been paying for out of my savings.
I'm hoping to get a job I applied for. It's the same kind of work I did in the US, but the other end of it. What I mean is I used to process insurance claims which were covered in medical codes. This job is to be the person who records all the codes. Not for insurance here, but for medical records and such. I could totally do it, and it would be great pay and benefits.
I've also been thinking about my husband's lack of a nickname in my blog. At first I thought about calling him Homestar, but that's my guinea pig's name so it could be confusing. I have finally decided to call him Larry (which is totally not his real name). My brother calls me Bob and when I married Larry he said that he needed a name to call him that would go with Bob. So he settled on Larry, in honor of Veggietales. So I'll use that name. Also, Larry insisted that I not call him "Fluffy", which was another option mentioned.
Alana
