Sorry for all the back dating, but they've changed the way the posting of the blog happens. And another lesson learned is Never, Never type a blog while your doing cocktails. I tried on Monday at Blanche and ended up creating a new language that I couldn't even decipher.
I've returned to the job of Nanny working on Monday and Wednesdays. I wasn't that excited about it, because I'm now required to help with the homework and I am not smarter then a fifth grader. Thank God 1 + 1 still equals 2, but I am so confused after that. I got to meet some of the parents while waiting for the boys, but there is a certain pecking order among the parents, and Nanny is at the bottom of the rung. I'm don't even rate among the cool kids at pick-up staging area. It seemed things were about to turn around when one of the Dads started talking to me. We were chatting away when out of no where Hot Daddy asks me for a playdate. I 'm not sure if I said "Mother of Jefferson Davis I'm getting the vapors" out loud or too myself. I looked around for the hidden cameras to make sure I wasn't getting punked before saying "Sure" as calmly as possible. Great Recovery. Then out of nowhere he tells me to bring my nephew along. Well I never! I let the bastard have it and explain to him if I ever catch him near my nephew, He'd be one sorry gelding. I then grabbed the boys and quickly left. When my sister got home, I calmly explained to her what happened. Well Spank me with Boa. How was I supposed to know that the playdate was for the kids. Guess no playdate requests for me or the boys. Que Sera Sera.
Monday night was out with the Bucca Boys. The touch screen video game was broken, so Cha Cha was forced to engage in old time gossiping, which he handles oh so deftly. I instead played pool and enjoyed oh so much getting trounced. After being shamed back to my seat, I then opted to try and do a Blog and we all know how that turned out. One bright spot is I got to chat it up with a old Old friend, John of Auntie M's fame. Ah yes also another close friend of "Yenta" Eddie. I'm telling you it's like hitting a Drag Queen in a big girl's store, it's that easy meeting someone who knows Eddie. Well John and I closed that place, with the only interruption being from the drug induced queen, who thought he was part of the conversation. He thought WRONG!
James was still away, going from Seattle to Atlanta, so I played social butterfly meeting up with "Mustang" John on Wednesday at the Long Island Vulture (Oops I mean Eagle, I confuse the two so easily.) The ever charming Kenny Dash was hosting Pictionary Night. (Yep real live Pictionary). Kenny's barb wired wit keeps the evening going and the brainless beauties in line. John and I know Kenny for 20 years, and his repetoire has certainly expanded over the years. He's expanded so much when he mentioned he accepted tipping, some Yokel from out of town pushed himover like a sleeping cow in the field. Yes, Yes, I am ever so cruel and certainly hope Kenny doesn't google his name or he'll be hunting me down like Dolly Parton in 9 to 5. We did quite well winning free hats, key chains and the so ever tasteful light up necklaces. We stayed out late celebrating John's new granddaughter, so CONGRATULATIONS GRANDPA MIST.
Thursday was a day of rest till I had to fetch James at the airport late. Well no total do nothing; I did reach level 39 in Canasta on Pogo.com. I am so multi-talented! Friday was not much better for grand acheivements. But it was my nephew Sean's Birthday, so I picked up balloons and waited outside of school for him. (Gratefully, I got enough balloons to hide behind, so Hot Daddy didn't see me). Hey if I did I would have been required to apolog.., I would have had to apolog... See I can't even type it bad enough say it.
Well tata for now and look for an update on Monday recounting my exciting weekend.
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