*mutter*
God damnit.
I came home with my handy-dandy spreadsheet all ready to go apply for the nifty new house, and showed the good news to A.M. with the caviat: If we take this house, neither one of us can take a lower paying job.
"Oh, well, forget it, then," was the reply.
We're never getting out of here.
Update:
We're going on Wednesday to submit the application after all, but I'm heavily applying for jobs in Cincinnati - about six of them last night, including at my last big employer. I have my fingers crossed.