My mom went to see a psychic who told her that I need to learn to be patient

But at the same time get off my ass and put my novel out there for the world to see. So I have to patiently get off my ass.

Apparently the other thing that came out of my mom's psychic reading was that Husband is the "Sad" person in our lives. He's all hooded and veiled with his head down, little to know sense of humor.

I wish this wasn't true, but like I said, lately it's been hard for him to adjust to this brand new part of our lives. The part where we have no money and we're poor and we live with my parents...

So I told him "the psychic says you're sad" and he goes "well that's a tough one for her to come up with. I'll be fine once we start to catch up, right now we're still treading water."

And treading water... SUCKS.