Conveniently, you called...
So yesterday I call the mother of the two girls I'm babysitting for August in a week, telling her I won't be able to do so the 12th because I have an appointment with the doc. Surprisingly (or not?) she goes "well, I was just about to call you anyway to say finally my niece will do it, blablabla..."
Madam, you can give the job to whoever you want. I don't care, your youngest is a brat anyways. But please, please. You were not just about to call me. We all know that if I didn't oh so conveniently call just now, I would have known about it...what, the evening before I was supposed to babysit them?
So, two weeks free. Good news, except having known this, I would have scheduled my summer a bit differently, and above all, spent a little less. I wanted to end my summer with a little cash to reward myself now and then until Christmas; with Vanille's death, the subsequent wreckage on my skin, my cousin's wedding and Plushie and Cookie (and they still have to be sterilized!), I'll end my summer with even less than what I had at the beginning. *sigh* Not that I regret the wedding or my new babies. They're all worth it. It's just the bank account that is a bit depressing.
But let's keep positive spirits. Renewing my membership to the public library was a pretty good idea: I finally found the biography of Richelieu, a fascinating character. This afternoon I'll see The Mummy 3 with Vero (scheduled since a long time). And if you're in the mood for epic, historical wank, check out 2004 Anne Rice answer to her detractors on Amazon; I had hours of fun: http://www.journalfen.net/community/fandom_wank/515245.html
I checked for more wank about her in encylopedia dramatica and apparently she turned her back on gothic and is now strictly writing for Christ the Lord. o_O Oïe.
Madam, you can give the job to whoever you want. I don't care, your youngest is a brat anyways. But please, please. You were not just about to call me. We all know that if I didn't oh so conveniently call just now, I would have known about it...what, the evening before I was supposed to babysit them?
So, two weeks free. Good news, except having known this, I would have scheduled my summer a bit differently, and above all, spent a little less. I wanted to end my summer with a little cash to reward myself now and then until Christmas; with Vanille's death, the subsequent wreckage on my skin, my cousin's wedding and Plushie and Cookie (and they still have to be sterilized!), I'll end my summer with even less than what I had at the beginning. *sigh* Not that I regret the wedding or my new babies. They're all worth it. It's just the bank account that is a bit depressing.
But let's keep positive spirits. Renewing my membership to the public library was a pretty good idea: I finally found the biography of Richelieu, a fascinating character. This afternoon I'll see The Mummy 3 with Vero (scheduled since a long time). And if you're in the mood for epic, historical wank, check out 2004 Anne Rice answer to her detractors on Amazon; I had hours of fun: http://www.journalfen.net/community/fandom_wank/515245.html
I checked for more wank about her in encylopedia dramatica and apparently she turned her back on gothic and is now strictly writing for Christ the Lord. o_O Oïe.