Let me go out on a limb here...you don't stop by to read my left-wing, Bush-bashing political commentary, do you?
"We wanna hear about men. Tell us about the MEN" the crowd chanted with increasing hostility.
Okay, settle down.
I'm not one to dissapoint my..er..remaining reader.
I had three very handsome gentlemen callers today. Aiden, Jake and Bodi. They came back twice because apparently, I'm a good time.
I appeased their endless curiousity with blue popsicles. "That'll keep their hands busy," I thought. It resulted in what can only be described as sugar hysteria producing several blue stains on my white couch.
We played, the-restaurant-is-open-the-restaurant-is-closed game. This was acheived by the lads opening and closing my gate with a CRASH to squeels of laughter. I was elected the "chef". It's an ice cream restaurant, of course.
I showed them how to make their plastic slinkies from Chucky Cheese into moustaches, they pounded on my piano "It's a KEYBOARD not a piano Charmaine" Bodi informed me before twisting the nobs on my guitar to make them all even. "Very smart" I said.
"Can you play the guitar?" I asked Bodi. "Yes, I can play every instrument" he remarked.
I totally get Vodka Mom Who wouldn't want to be a Kindergarden teacher?
I was telling someone about the day I went into premature menopause because something happened to me I could not explain. All I could see were babies. In mother's arms, playing in yards, screaming, laughing, playing, crying....they were EVERYWHERE. Sometimes it still gets to me. Kids have been knocking on my door since I was in High School.
"It's because you play with them Charmaine" my sister says. "You give them time and that's what every child wants" she explained.
I've got time. Send over the entire Kindergarden class!!