Its a good day.
Really, its a good weekend. I did all of my homework yesterday so that I wouldn't have anything to do today or tomorrow because I plan to spend as much time with Sam as possible while my parents are away. My father had to meet with some big corporate client in Amsterdam, and it looked better for him if he had his wife with him for all of the social functions, so Mom went too. She explained the whole thing to me about an hour before they left for the airport. All I was interested in was when they were leaving and when they're getting back.
Friday morning and Monday morning. I have it covered.
I get the whole house to myself while they're gone, and the only person they left on staff was Marie, because she's my favorite. Well, I think it was because she can cook and they didn't want me to set the house on fire, but also because she's my favorite. Her and John, and he tries to get as many weekends off as he's offered because he likes to spend time with his own family. Its all fine with me. I get to spend time with Sam without my parents catching on.
I don't think they'd be very happy if they knew about him. They expect me to pay attention to school, extracurricular activities, and nothing else. Mom and Dad wouldn't like me having a boyfriend. I'd get accused of turning into Grace or something, even though its nothing like that. Sam and I are taking it slow. My parents wouldn't believe me once they knew he existed, but we are.
Their opinion wouldn't change mine, but I still think its better for us to keep this a secret from them for as long as possible. I've gotten the word of the staff that none of them are going to say anything, and I've kept from having people like Daphne over so that she couldn't slip and mention Sam while my mother is in the room or something. We're keeping it quiet around here, just like it needs it be.
Except for this weekend. This weekend, we don't have to worry about a thing.In honor of that, Marie taught me how to make chocolate chip cookies. She thought it would be nice for me to bake them Sam.
She's one of those people who still believes that a way to a man's heart is through his stomach, and she told me that before we got started. I think that if Sam really likes me I could find a way to his heart without baking him cookies, but I wanted to do this. I think he'll like them. And if he doesn't, its no great loss. I just won't do it again.
And then I'll ask Marie what other recipes I could try out. He has to like something.
Maybe he'll like these. I guess I'll find out when he gets here. I'm just proud that I baked something without setting the kitchen on fire.
Friday morning and Monday morning. I have it covered.
I get the whole house to myself while they're gone, and the only person they left on staff was Marie, because she's my favorite. Well, I think it was because she can cook and they didn't want me to set the house on fire, but also because she's my favorite. Her and John, and he tries to get as many weekends off as he's offered because he likes to spend time with his own family. Its all fine with me. I get to spend time with Sam without my parents catching on.
I don't think they'd be very happy if they knew about him. They expect me to pay attention to school, extracurricular activities, and nothing else. Mom and Dad wouldn't like me having a boyfriend. I'd get accused of turning into Grace or something, even though its nothing like that. Sam and I are taking it slow. My parents wouldn't believe me once they knew he existed, but we are.
Their opinion wouldn't change mine, but I still think its better for us to keep this a secret from them for as long as possible. I've gotten the word of the staff that none of them are going to say anything, and I've kept from having people like Daphne over so that she couldn't slip and mention Sam while my mother is in the room or something. We're keeping it quiet around here, just like it needs it be.
Except for this weekend. This weekend, we don't have to worry about a thing.In honor of that, Marie taught me how to make chocolate chip cookies. She thought it would be nice for me to bake them Sam.
She's one of those people who still believes that a way to a man's heart is through his stomach, and she told me that before we got started. I think that if Sam really likes me I could find a way to his heart without baking him cookies, but I wanted to do this. I think he'll like them. And if he doesn't, its no great loss. I just won't do it again.
And then I'll ask Marie what other recipes I could try out. He has to like something.
Maybe he'll like these. I guess I'll find out when he gets here. I'm just proud that I baked something without setting the kitchen on fire.