John and I got married two years ago today. I find that pretty hard to believe. Two years used to feel like a long time.

I'm glad, really, that I don't feel like these two years, in particular, have not felt long. I don't think that would be a good sign.

We have now entered the "terrible twos." Characteristics? We're cranky, don't really sleep on a proper schedule, and tend to scream "NO!" a lot. Usually while watching the news.

Or, in my case, while at work.

The bookstore is closing. Customers like to tell me how horrible it is. For them. And it is, I know that. Trust me. I know.

I feel like I need to constantly keep myself in check. At times, I find a sort of perverse joy in telling people who are complaining, "Well, we're closing, so the stock isn't what it used to be." And hearing their shock. It's like I'm a cartoon character who occasionally pulls a huge mallet out of her back pocket. Oh yeah? You're not satisfied? Mallet to the face! Pow!

I've been looking for jobs online. Something I find, at best, to be no fun. At. All. There are so few things I want to do. I've checked out jobs at ever museum in the LA area, which led to finding only one possibility...south of downtown, a good, oh, say, hour of early morning traffic away. Nope. Won't work. So yeah, if I wanted to drive the tram at the zoo, I'd be in luck. But. I don't.

Another symptom of the terrible twos, luckily, is that when we're not screaming, we are quite adorable. Especially John.

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