Finally, after years of hoping and trying and waiting, DH has a "real" job. Starting today he's a full-time, permanent* employee at the place he's been contracting. He now gets paid holidays, vacation days, insurance benefits, and a couple of commuter-free work at home days. We're all breathing a deep sigh of relief and doing our happy dance (click; it's cute and will make you happy, too).
I'm off to celebrate with a trip to the ENT! Later this week, I'm off to the dentist and then I'm scheduling an afternoon with the dermatologist, cause I know how to party it up like nobody's business.
*Discussion for another day: what does it even mean to be a permanent employee in today's job market?