When I look at the cost of our daughter's hospitalization, along with the ER & ambulance bill, I am so grateful for the health insurance we get through Eric's job. But however grateful I am, I do not look forward to paying our portion.
I'm officially transitioning from baker to pastry chef. It may seem an abstract difference, but I feel gratified and respected, and I like about the fact that there's a tinge of affirmative action in play. It's kinda crap that historically women belonged in the kitchen, but only men were good enough to go pro. Further good news in comments.