It’s worth a nickel

I always say, “when life gives you lemons, make a vodka tonic.”

I say this, despite definitely preferring lime in my vodka tonic. But you know what I’m getting at.

It’s been sort of a terrible couple of weeks.

Some things aren’t really appropriate to share here, because they could get me in trouble if I wrote about them so publicly.

But a few things I can share.

With the economy in its current state, working in corporate America really stinks right now. We are all working under a cloud of fear, and Paul has been pretty much in constant fear of losing his job since November. So far, so good, but it’s tough to live that way for so long.

In the last week, two people I care about very much were laid off from IBM. For no good reason … or at least not for any reason we can divine or understand.

And that’s just scratching the surface. So as I sit here, sleepless and wallowing in self pity, I wonder: why not make a vodka tonic?

(That’s figurative, in case you were wondering.)

Beth’s boyfriend surprised her with roses today. Isn’t that sweet? So romantic. They’re beautiful.

And then, she put them in a styrofoam cup. So sad.