Basket case. That’s me.
Cupcake in a basket. Sounds cute.
It’s not. It’s pathetic.
Maybe I should aim for “Eccentric Fever Crazed Ought Ta Be At Home Sloucher.” That’s closer to the truth.
I should just go home now but she’s in the, “I’m going to finish this out with perfect attendance” mode that is not serving ME well at all. It’s hard to argue with the first born. She’s SO boring. Wish I could park her somewhere in a dark closet and hope she learns a lesson. But she eavesdrops on my conversations and always seems to be one step ahead of my stunted “devil may care” alter ego who rarely gets to come out and play. I get to write this little essay today because she is having a slight fever and is off her stride. But this is probably all I will get to do, unless I can talk her into playing hookie for the rest of the day. (FAT CHANCE)
Heaven help old prune face if she becomes incapacitated in some way one day. I’m going to have a blast. I would have NO trouble spending 74.39 (before taxes) on junk food at the movies I would get nachos, the extra large “Tub O’ Popcorn” a hot dog and about 5 boxes of Junior Mints…That’s about 30 dollars right there. Oh yeah, and sodas the size of footbaths. No problemo!
Oh man , the first born is tugging at my sleeve telling be to get out of the back room here and go find C. who I am supposed to be helping in the supervisors absence.
What a party pooper.
First borns are SUCH a pain.
Hey, maybe I’ll see you one day at…..THE MOVIES!
Byyyeeee !!!!