Bored alert orange
If you can read this, know that my boredeness alert still stands. Anything you can do to help will be appreciated. At least we managed to reveal our mutual lack of work to be done around here. The morning was spent gossiping with the only other employee present during these times. She decided to mop the place clean while I blog. I don't know what the afternoon will be like but I'm thinking about fishing in World of Warcraft.
Last night I went to babysit my nephews who in the morning testified to their parents just how fucking awesome I was to have around. Good thing because I don't know when I'm going to accept to do it again. I love my brother, thus I rarely say no to him, but his wife is another matter. She has this rule that her children should never leave home for babysitting, even under the most dire of situations (on that, I could type in a long example that would make you question her sanity, but I don't feel like trashing her reputation any further than what I've already wrote). The irony is that I live right next to the outlets they usually go to whenever they feel a desperate need to go out and see a flick. I say "desperate need" because having the kids be supervised by a babysitter is also a mental leap that she has great difficulty going over.
Before they went off I decided to ask what was the big deal. This proved that I don't know enough about women and have yet to learn when to shut the fuck up about asking obvious sensitive questions. Let's just say the conversation was one sided and monologus in nature... Actually it started as a monologue and it ended in some kind of crazed dementia where she started yelling at herself. I shit you not. A man has to stand his ground none the less, so next time, it's my place or no place. Obviously this means that I have to accept the following: Thomas WILL imbibe my sofa with two liters worth of drool. I should also prepare for the idea that he could swallow my PVR remote whole and not even choke on it. Of the two children, the youngest is the friendliest, cuddliest, cutest, smiling and most of all, hungriest. He would eat wood. I swear. One day I will turn around and notice a bite out of a tin can of Campbell soup and I won't even be surprised to see a guilty face on him.
Last night I went to babysit my nephews who in the morning testified to their parents just how fucking awesome I was to have around. Good thing because I don't know when I'm going to accept to do it again. I love my brother, thus I rarely say no to him, but his wife is another matter. She has this rule that her children should never leave home for babysitting, even under the most dire of situations (on that, I could type in a long example that would make you question her sanity, but I don't feel like trashing her reputation any further than what I've already wrote). The irony is that I live right next to the outlets they usually go to whenever they feel a desperate need to go out and see a flick. I say "desperate need" because having the kids be supervised by a babysitter is also a mental leap that she has great difficulty going over.
Before they went off I decided to ask what was the big deal. This proved that I don't know enough about women and have yet to learn when to shut the fuck up about asking obvious sensitive questions. Let's just say the conversation was one sided and monologus in nature... Actually it started as a monologue and it ended in some kind of crazed dementia where she started yelling at herself. I shit you not. A man has to stand his ground none the less, so next time, it's my place or no place. Obviously this means that I have to accept the following: Thomas WILL imbibe my sofa with two liters worth of drool. I should also prepare for the idea that he could swallow my PVR remote whole and not even choke on it. Of the two children, the youngest is the friendliest, cuddliest, cutest, smiling and most of all, hungriest. He would eat wood. I swear. One day I will turn around and notice a bite out of a tin can of Campbell soup and I won't even be surprised to see a guilty face on him.