So, do you want the good news, or the bad news?

Let's start with the bad news: I'm being laid off from my job. I'll be working through June 14. Within that period, I'm going to be making a plan for self-sustaining employers content, writing no-cost evergreen careers content, ending a bunch of contracts and generally tying up loose ends. I'll also, coincidentally, be visiting the doctor, dentist, eye doctor, and anyone else who is currently covered by insurance. Funny, that.

So, this kind of sucks, but it didn't take me by surprise, and they're treating me pretty well. I don't have a lot to complain about. And now, I can say that I truly was part of the dot-com world -- it doesn't count until you've been laid off.

I've already interviewed for a job at my old company, and I'm gathering information about freelancing. I'm not panicked, strangely enough for me. If it had to happen, this is a decent way for it to go. And it's definitely giving me powerful incentive to get off my ass and freelance. That whole mortgage thing is a powerful motivator.

So, if you have an opening for someone to read books and eat bon-bons, or, more realistically, write and edit damn near anything, send me an e-mail. I could well be your woman.

Enough of the downer stuff. Now for the important bits -- the good news:

I'M GOING TO BE AN AUNTIE! Yes, Laura and Jorge are going to have a kid, and I'm already looking forward to spoiling it rotten. With this employment hiccup, I tragically won't be able to lavish him or her with inappropriate, noisy toys (do you have any idea how cool legos have gotten? You can build a life-size Darth Vader, with breathing sounds! And Yoda! Dude!), but I imagine I'll come up with some way to corrupt Le Petit Pardo. I really need to learn to speak Spanish now, so I can teach the kidlet to say tasteless things in both languages. Whoo-hoo!

I'm really excited by my impending Wacky Bohemian Aunthood. There are so many cool books, and toys, and songs, and games, and rude noises, and .... well, the possibilities are endless. I've already been getting hints for aunty types -- apparently, loading them up with sugar, getting them all hyped up, giving them noisy toys and then returning them to their parents is the preferred method of dealing with nieces and nephews. I need to review the literature (like this, and this, and this....) to gather ideas. I'm so pumped.

Now, I understand that it's going to be awhile until I can actually break out the legos. Just to start with, Laura's not even due until November. And infants, apparently, really are only but so amusing. I've asked Laura to give birth to at least a three-year-old, but she seems strangely resistant to the idea. Harumph. She's no fun whatsoever.

Oh well, that gives me more time to plan. Bwah-hah-hah-hah-hah.....

Wacky bohemian aunt Sarah. Hee. I can't wait.

Yeah, yeah, it's all about me. What's your point?