Dilemma here, dilemma there

One of the many exciting amenities offered by this odd little tourist island we now inhabit is the outrageous cost of living.

I reached for my checkbook today and it waved a white flag.

I talked to the pugs about contributing to the household income, but Gizmo snotted in my face and Kritter rolled over and went back to sleep (see photo), so I'm not seeing any cash flow forthcoming from that direction. Still, we budgeted for the expense and have been chugging right along.

We're even doing ok considering Alan's transmission suddenly quit and we recently found out he has yet another costly medical weirdness. (Between the both of us, our kids have virtually no chance of being normal).

Tomorrow I am interviewing for a different job within my company. It is a job I love doing. I'm passionate about it. It's exactly what I want to do, rather than my current job, which is just related to what I want to do. It has much better hours. I'd actually get to see my husband and meet his friends, many of whom have expressed doubt that I really exist. It would also get me away from the boss with the "&@tch philosophy" previously discussed.

But here's the problem: It pays substantially less than my current job.

So much less, in fact, that we would have to move. Either that, or I would have to find a sugar daddy.

Besides the mind numbing thought of moving AGAIN (this would make six moves in six years: one each year of college, then moving in with Alan, then moving here) moving on the island presents it's own special challenges:

1. We need a yard for the pugs. I know, plenty of pugs are apartment-dwellers. However, mine were trained with a doggy door. Any time we've had to take them out on a leash resulted in a battle of wills, and the humans never won.

2. The place with a yard must allow pets.

3. The place with a yard that allows pets should not abut a crack/whore house or a psychopath. On this island, those two qualifications alone substantially limit eligible areas.

4. The places with a yard that allows pets but does not sit adjacent to a crack house or psychopath must be within our price range.

So, with all those things in mind, I am getting out the phone book to look up sugar daddies. Wonder if that's under "s" for sugar or "r" for rich...