Driving home from the Harps today, the kid says to me, in a give-it-to-me straight voice, "So...we're going to be stuck in Arkansas forever, right?"
"Darling," I said, "I am applying for jobs as fast as I can."
"It's not that there's anything wrong with Arkansas," she said, looking out of the window as we drove down what was, admittedly, probably the worst street in all of Fort Smith (Zero Ave -- well, okay, Midland or Towson might be worse -- but Zero is pretty horrible). "It's just..."
"I know, I know."
"It's just I'm happier when I'm anywhere else."
But! Today! On the Chronicle! A job appeared that I can actually get. One I'm qualified for, I mean, that's my perfect job! In Billings, MT.
I cannot tell you how much I have always wanted to live in Montana. Oh, boy, oh, boy!
I am applying forthwith.