I Think I Might Be a Little Mean
My daughter would kill me if she knew that I just walked into the president of my company's office and told him I'm taking the afternoon of the 18th off so I could watch a puberty movie with her. I could have hemmed and hawed, but what would be the point? My boss doesn't even have kids and I figure he'd give me the time off just so he could stop hearing all the gory details of mommies and girls watchin' that egg move down the fallopian tube on a tv screen. He got a little squirmy and we came to an agreement that I don't have to burn a vacation day and I'll make up the time this Saturday. *snickers*
Now ya'll are are forewarned for Thursday evening's post. Should be interesting.