Where Bob Learns to Boil Water and My Head Hurts From Too Much Learnin'

Thank you all for the words of encouragement - and yes -Bob will be packing lunches this week and even wrangling dinner since I hadn't realized I had PTA and Book Club meetings this week. I need to let that one go now, since my fear that the children will come down with rickets if Bob subjects them to his terrible cuisine has yet to come to light.

Children - welcome to your week of hotdogs and mac-n-cheese. They will never want me to cook again.

I haven't "worked" for about eight years. Two things really struck me yesterday. One, you don't have your refrigerator right there taunting you all day - both a good and bad thing (but I think mostly good) and two, I have no idea what any of the businessy/computer jargon means. When I did work, I was a social worker - as jargon-ey as I got was throwing around terms like PTSD after asking someone how they felt. Then I got to chart by hand on the patient file.

As I was being led through part one of what looks to be a thousand hour Power Point on financial counseling, my trainer bandied about all these big words. At one point she gestured to the fields on the computer screen that had already been filled in, and the font was slightly faded. "Note how you can just bypass the dithered fields," she instructed me.

It took me a minute, but I figured out that dithered meant the faded stuff already typed in. I was sharing this info with Sarah on my way home from work and then I laughed. So did Sarah. "You have lots of experience with that word," she said. "You know, when you go to your Nordstrom.com shopping cart and get ready to check out? And your information is all saved and you can see your address already in there?"

See, I have been a business woman all these years and I never even knew it.