Snippits of my day...............Or should it be titled age has its privilege?
It is no secret that I am the oldest waitress where I work. Hell, I've pulled "age rank" with a manager that is old enough to where I could of changed her diapers.......
As I approached the counter where we roll napkins/get take out food ready I spy two of our 18 yr old girls wispering something and by their body language, they were talking about me.
I sidle up, give them the evil eye and say "yes?"
Khira: We were just talking about you
Me: Yeah, I know
Melodie: You know?
I arch my brow and tell them "yes, I can read your body language".
It turns out Melodie's parents are going out of town and she wants to throw a party.
A party her parents don't know about.
A party to where I'm old enough to be her mother............
And this party starts at 9pm.
Oh hell no. At that time of night I'm in my sexay granny jammies and ready for bed. I got all that nonsense out of my system over 20 years ago.
I'm flattered girls, but I know I'm gonna pass.
Steve is off this week, burning up his vacation time or else he will lose it. So I come home from my wonderful day job of terrorizing teenagers at noon, see my beloved
"OOOOh, there is mommy's little baby? How's my sweet boy today?"
To where Steve informs me that Osgood was in his lap at the computer and Steve being the typical male; can only focus on one thing at a time.
He shifted his weight and Osgood being the flexible noodle that he is started to fall through Steve's lap........... What do cats do when they are slipping?
Why they use their claws to stop the momentum!
See where this is going?
Cat in lap of husband?
Yeah.........Osgood managed to sink his claws in to my favorite toy.
The toy I plan on using and abusing this entire week since I get home at noon.
I hold up
"Knock it off!!! That is mommy's favorite toy!!!!"
I'm hoping that Steve makes a speedy recovery for our 15th wedding anniversary this Thurs.
I'm getting my freak on damn it...........