Good Luck, Keven

My hubby left at 6:30 this morning to make the trip to Chicago. Interview #2 at QTG. And no, you don't get to know what that means until he gets the job. Just wish him good luck in your heads. Luckily, he's nearly over the cold that floored him over Thanksgiving, but he still gets very nervous, poor over-stressed provider type. I need my sugar daddy happily AND gainfully employed, or else this time spent as Students Redux will not have been worth the trouble.

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