Math sucks right?
Here is an equation for you. (Love my job) - (Quit my job) = Scared as hell.
Long story short. I quit. Man it felt good. It is like when you eat really good toast with cold slow churned butter. The kind of butter that takes way too stinking long to melt..... but when it does...ooooh baby it's good.
After I quit, we drove to Colorado to visit my parents. It just so happens that my sister and her "tag-a-longs" were in town too. Math equation #2: (Sister) + (Baby x Husband) / 8 highly trained hunting dogs + two really dumb dogs = Fricken awesome chaos.
While we were in Colorado drinking all my dads beer and moms food (Side note: they eat really good food and drink micro brews - I need to visit more). Robyn started to entertain the idea of buying a small trailer while I take some time off to be a dad. My general impression was - sounds great! It so happened that my parents had some good friends and they might be selling such a recreational vessel.
Math equation #3: (You have no job) + (Your wife has a job) - (purchase a recreational trailer and truck from family friends) / monthly bank payments = holy crap what have we done!?
So, here we are sitting in Colorado. I'm licking my professional wounds/ego, surrounded by chaotic dog tomfoolery, looking at a truck/trailer combo, while Rhye runs around naked. No surprise, Robyn is drinking dads beer.
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