It's a good thing.
Look at this cutie patootie...
(She's available, by the way, if you have an eligible bachelor - that is worthy of course.)
Isn't she adorable?
I used to wipe that little fanny.
Yep. I was her babysitter.
And now...
She's my boss.
Yep. MY boss.
Lord help me.
This could go any number of ways...
She told me I could "go ahead and wipe down the equipment".
The nerve! I caught myself about to tell her she better get over there and do it herself. I may be her babysitter, but I am not her maid.
Then I realized it is indeed no longer 1992.
Lord help me.
5 comments:
I know, I know! I see girls at church all the time - WITH BABIES - that I used to babysit. It's hard to believe they let me babysit at 2....
Oh no! Maybe you can put her in time-out if she gets out of hand! :)
Hey Jennifer, I just jumped to your blog from SCL. That's pretty funny about you being your boss's caretaker. See you around the blogs!
Hey, I also came to you from SCL! This post made me laugh heaps, so thank you for your shameless self promotion!
Getting old is rough, kiddo.
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