Why I should never have children:
Today, at work, some little neeneer neeneer kids were running around, taking all of the quarters to play Ms. Pac-Man, and playing tag while making farting noises. So, it's closing time, and two of them have locked themselves in the one person bathroom. I go up, pound on the door, and say in my big scary lady voice, "Oh, Lovely Boys, we're closed now. Get out". And they reply, "okay."
Earlier in the year, there was a gaggle of makeuped, love-handle bearing, greasy teenage girls running up and down the rabbit trails and screaming. I was walking away from them at the time, but I turned and quietly said, "Watch out for the coyotes."
"Really? Are there some here?" One asked, now serious and slightly scared.
"No." I replied.
Can I babysit your children?
Earlier in the year, there was a gaggle of makeuped, love-handle bearing, greasy teenage girls running up and down the rabbit trails and screaming. I was walking away from them at the time, but I turned and quietly said, "Watch out for the coyotes."
"Really? Are there some here?" One asked, now serious and slightly scared.
"No." I replied.
Can I babysit your children?