REASON NUMBER 4,235,999 THAT I AM GLAD I AM NOT A TEACHER

Yes. I was on track to be certified to teach high school, but stopped at the BA in English.
And now I have another reason to be glad that I don't teach kids. The wrath of GERMS!!!
I was around so many kids this past week, and so many of them were coughing on me, sneezing on me, dribbling on me. You would think that my relatives would be smart enough to try to teach their kids to COVER THEIR MOUTHS or something, but no.
And so I spent the last few days violently ill. I feel better today, so Ben and I are going to the gym, grocery shopping, and gift-card using (all of our gift money is going to boring stuff like bills, boo!)

Ben had another good interview Friday, and I am really hoping this is it. I am tired of being stressed out. Ben is so damn happy-go-lucky (which is why I liked him in the first place, but in some situations it is SO ANNOYING) that I think he is a lot less stressed than I am about this. Now I have to decide about teaching...do it? Don't? Try to find a job that works around it? What is wrong with me? Spoiled little me WANTS a "real job." Go figure.

And I'm glad the sickies are gone. I figure it's a good start to a diet. Hey, have to look on the bright side, right?