I have a saved "search" with Monster.com. Every week or so, they send me an email with possible jobs that I might be suited for.
I have applied for a few. One yielded an interview last week, so we'll see what happens with that.
But in the meantime, there is one that recurs.
Evil Wife: Monster sent me another job possibility.
Wonderhubby: Oh yeah? Is it a writing job?
Evil Wife: Oh yes. Journalism, photojournalism. The whole works.
Evil Wife: Of course it requires relocation.
Evil Wife: Probably some interesting places, too.
Evil Wife: It's the Navy.
Wonderhubby, now known as EVIL Wonderhubby: Do they know how OLD you are?
Evil Wife: *weeps slightly* I hate you.
All of which is to say that as of today, I'm even OLDER.
Happy birthday, me.