Jessi's Baby-sitter! Part The End!
Goodness, you guys. I'm sorry I totally slacked on this snark. I was 'busy' playing on Tumblr and with my Sims. See, I found out about painting goblins and decided to make a town run on horror. And because it takes more than half an hour before you can even play the game, I was just not writing. And everytime a 'You should be writing!' post came up
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I bet Jessi hurt Jackie’s feelings ... and I bet the judges couldn’t even read the sign she made. I have trouble reading her stupid handwriting, too.
Blame fucking Poseidon if you have to, but leave the little kid with no control over the fucking weather alone. - Sheer awesomeness.
That paragraph with your rant over about Jessi still not talking to her parents is so awesome, I almost copy-and-pasted it into my comment for the secondary glory. And it’s SO much like Mal’s whining for who knows how long about wanting pierced ears before she even comes up with the sun-brightening idea to actually ASK her parents if she can have pierced ears. That whole book, I thought she HAD had the sense to ask and been told it was never going to happen, just based on Mal’s acting like you could only get your ears pierced during an eclipse you only see once a century and her oh-so-tough parents had made her miss her once-in-a-lifetime chance.
Shall I lend you an excavator so you can dig your head out of your anus? No? It’s too far gone? Okay. I was just curious. - I normally try to be really original, but I might have to find a way to slip this into a conversation sometime. It’s fantastic!
I have to disagree on the idea that Ann might live in a hamster cage, because even my very-small-town hamsters had a sophisticated knowledge of the world, compared to the characters in these books. lol
Ouch! I never realized Jessi said all that awful stuff right in front of Jackie! (Probably because I avoid rereading that book.) And, yeah - Jackie’s dad dealing with the wood and hammer and nails (and apparently glass?) is NOT the same as Jessi building the volcano, not letting Jackie test it, making the sign, writing his speech, and all the while teaching him nothing about volcanoes. The kid probably would have learned a lot more and had a lot more fun without her, and even if he didn’t win, he probably still would have felt proud of his own work, because that’s the beauty of doing things yourself: sometimes you can feel good about it.
Yup, the idea that Cecelia felt threatened by an eleven-year-old baby-sitter despite having apparently raised her own kids to adulthood is TOTALLY believable, because earning your pennies watching someone else’s brats for an hour at a time is totally going to amount to the same level of experience as motherhood. (Was the writer trying to say that the parents in Stoneybrook suck so much that a kid who baby-sits after school IS equal? That would be kinda funny.)
When my stepbrother and his family (including a two-year-old) moved in with mine when I was eighteen, I suddenly remembered rules my mom had made when I was three - I wasn’t allowed in the kitchen at that age. We didn’t have baby gates, so I had to remember/be told/be pulled out. I can see that sticking your kid in a playpen for the few hours you spend awake after work being crappy parenting, but come on, Cecelia’s cooking! I don’t even like kids and I’d be pretty angry if I had spent money on a place for my kid to play safely and I came home to find my child running around in a kitchen filled with things that could kill it.
... Love the Star Wars GIF! I was unable to get references when I first started using the Internet, and up until last May, I hadn’t really seen Star Wars ... and now it’s pretty much my favourite bunch of movies. :D
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