HAPPY....Yada Yada U Know.
My New Years was ruined by a few brats I was sitting for.
The story of my life.
I ended my year with screaming kids and began it with screaming kids
and trust me I see more of them in my near future.
Good grief.
And unless someone's paying me at least 20 bucks an hour, Im done babysitting on New years.
Sigh...at least last year the kids were unconscious.
Next year at the strike of midnite I hope Im being RAVISHED by a real hottie.
That or almost dead drunk.
Ok maybe not cuz I haven't recovered from that
bottle of champagne I gulped down in 2 mins a few months back.
It was my first time being hammered.
Oh well.
The story of my life.
I ended my year with screaming kids and began it with screaming kids
and trust me I see more of them in my near future.
Good grief.
And unless someone's paying me at least 20 bucks an hour, Im done babysitting on New years.
Sigh...at least last year the kids were unconscious.
Next year at the strike of midnite I hope Im being RAVISHED by a real hottie.
That or almost dead drunk.
Ok maybe not cuz I haven't recovered from that
bottle of champagne I gulped down in 2 mins a few months back.
It was my first time being hammered.
Oh well.