My friends! Let’s catch up.
First of all, the children I’m babysitting are debating whether the youngest just took something out of a trashcan and ate it. My question is: How bad is this? And does it change anything if [*FACT*] the trashcan is in front of a 24-hour bowling alley?
Second, metallic green beetles have been dive-bombing our house non-stop. One landed on my head this morning and made me jump high enough to qualify for the NBA draft. Then I saw it was two bugs stuck together and I screamed (which probably disqualifies me from the NBA draft, so I guess it’s a wash).
Scott thinks they’re pelting the house as part of a bizarre mating ritual. He thinks we we should leave them alone. But that’s crazy, you guys. If I’ve learned anything from babysitting, it’s this: when sexytimes are happening on the roof, you go…
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