There are so many things that I simply don't understand:
Exactly who invented the word Lollygag?
Why do I seem to think that I can hear myself think?
Why don't I dream in color any more?
Why do I continue to say, "At the end of the day..."?
Why won't my husband actively look for a job?
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- Jill
- I am a 50 year old unemployed mom. My husband is a Handy Guy and the best Dad on the face of the planet. Times have been tough but we're getting through it together. I no longer want to conquer the world. I just want to enjoy life with my family and ease my way into the Golden Years slowly and gently.