Lame duck

I gave notice today. As of Jan. 3, I will be living and working in the same city as my boyfriend! And cohabitating with him. I’m less nervous about how he and I will get on, than how he will adjust to my four-and-a-half-foot-long iguana.

His scorpion recently died, but Emerald takes up a little more space. Still I think he’s less trouble. His food doesn’t chirp. (Scorpion ate crickets).

Goodbye newspaper, hello public relations, a coupla more dollars per hour and happily ever after…