little mexicans
So I went bowling on Thursday night with 10 autistic children. What am I doing to myself?!?
First point: They aren't good with downtime
Extenuating circumstance: We sat in McDonald's for 1 hour without ordering while waiting for the lead TSS to arrive with 2 transports and the money.
Outcome: Salt and pepper and spit flew. I'm supprised no one called the cops as Garrison tried to get behind the counter yelling and coughing up green mucus before being taken outside and wrestled with right along route 65. Several others were now talking to their own hands.
Second point: They don't understand that's its uncool to come back through the ball return mechanism.
Extenuating circumstance: Quick small child runs toward and almost successfully down bowling lane in my direction while everyone watches.
Outcome: I accomplished quite a bit in 1/20th of a second as I ran in my high heel Mudd boots, yanked Eric back to the neutral zone before hitting the oil. I actually had time to think about the logistics of it as I was going down and managed to have a soft landing on one knee. I thought it was quite graceful. I was informed that it was quite awkward.
Onward to last night. A cackling girl's night out with 20 current or previous work friends and their friends. I ate a lot, I danced to Marilyn Manson once again. I was offered 100 bucks by a little mexican to dance with him after I finally figured out what he was saying. I didn't pimp myself out. I think I'm developing self-respect.
hms...I left you a text message. Do you get them?
First point: They aren't good with downtime
Extenuating circumstance: We sat in McDonald's for 1 hour without ordering while waiting for the lead TSS to arrive with 2 transports and the money.
Outcome: Salt and pepper and spit flew. I'm supprised no one called the cops as Garrison tried to get behind the counter yelling and coughing up green mucus before being taken outside and wrestled with right along route 65. Several others were now talking to their own hands.
Second point: They don't understand that's its uncool to come back through the ball return mechanism.
Extenuating circumstance: Quick small child runs toward and almost successfully down bowling lane in my direction while everyone watches.
Outcome: I accomplished quite a bit in 1/20th of a second as I ran in my high heel Mudd boots, yanked Eric back to the neutral zone before hitting the oil. I actually had time to think about the logistics of it as I was going down and managed to have a soft landing on one knee. I thought it was quite graceful. I was informed that it was quite awkward.
Onward to last night. A cackling girl's night out with 20 current or previous work friends and their friends. I ate a lot, I danced to Marilyn Manson once again. I was offered 100 bucks by a little mexican to dance with him after I finally figured out what he was saying. I didn't pimp myself out. I think I'm developing self-respect.
hms...I left you a text message. Do you get them?