Last night Noah and I were talking about how we'd get by on one income if we had to because let's face it people have been saying our economy's on the upswing since Day 1 of Watch Banks in the United States Tank the World, even as we plunge deeper into it. Depending on your opinion, I'm either prepared or an alarmist. What can I say? I've always thought fallout shelters were cozy.
We came up with a number of strategies for coping on basically half of what we bring in now, strategies that included selling the car we haven't paid off yet, canceling cable, line drying our clothes, and teaching the cats to catch wild turkeys instead of backyard birds.
That's Threat Level 1. Threat Level Midnight—when, say, a second income can't be reacquired within 6 months—well, that involves some more serious schemes, which include but are not limited to making Cody turn tricks (like Sit and Shake Hands) for money, orchestrating insurance fraud, clipping coupons, and stealthily shooting a cow on a nearby farm and dragging it home for a year's worth of beef.
Noah helpfully pointed out that we wouldn't have to worry if I'd just put my writing skills to good use and publish a best-seller, something along the lines of What to Expect When You're Expecting or The Holy Bible.
I'm off to brainstorm.
P.S. Thanks for your kind words about Clyde. My family (and I, of course) really appreciates it.