Holy shit am I whipped! We had no busboy tonight and we were BUSY!! I was hoping for a nice slow night, but that candle majick I did on sunday is really kicking in gear. My regulars with the baby came in, I carried Sarah all around until we got busy and I had to hand her back to daddy. Sarah's little face scrunched up and she WAILED! That kid did NOT want to go back to daddy! I felt so HORRIBLE! More for sarah than daddy, I don't like to see babies cry. Poor daddy had to hand her off to Grandma, sarah was ok with that. Sweet baby was so cuddily tonight and when people would talk to her, she'd "play shy" and bury her head in my shoulder. She loves our cheif Ohmee, of course she would, he's a funny looking fuck! LOL
I have a cool new toe ring, it's a pentagram. I'm still getting used to it. We have some big whigs of sorts coming to the high school next week. Linda, the teacher I work for asked me to dress up a little (my normal look is no make up, jeans and a t-shirt). I could also see her scanning my cork board and photos to make sure I had nothing that screamed out "Iam a witch!!!". I giggled and told her, "don't worry, I'm not stupid. All of my "witchy" things are very subtle". Unless you practice the craft yourself, you don't pick up on what I have out. I asked Linda "so, my tie dye tank top with the big pentagram is a no no next week?" Not that I'd wear it, but I have to be a smart ass.