Baby Part II

Ring.....

Ring.....

Ring....

Hello?

DD: Hi mum, you okay today?

Mom: Yep, how are you? You work today?

DD: Yes, but not till 4pm. Get off at midnight.

Mom: How you getting home?

DD: I'm walking.

Mom: Your not walking alone are you?

DD: *sounds like rolling her eyes* Of course not mum, I have friends walking with me.
I'm not dumb.

Mom: Okay, just checking.

Mom: What's up?

DD: Remember the present Widget brought me??

Mom: Yep.

DD: It wasn't a mouse.

Mom: Okay, what was it?

DD: baby boy

Mom: Oh no! How did Widget get Diesel?

DD: Diesel escaped his cage and got out of the bathroom somehow.

Mom: Poor Widget!

DD: What?!? poor Widget??

Mom: yes! you was mad wasn't you?

DD: Well, yeah!

Mom: you ignored Widget, didn't you?

DD: yea, all day.

Mom: So, let me get this straight..........
you ignored a tiny kitten, who is use to constant love and attention when your home, for doing what any cat would do, and catch a mouse (who in the case was NOT a mouse and in this case escaped a cage on it's own) and bring it to you, her mommy, who she thought would praise her and be happy with her for doing her job.

DD: Mum?

Mom: huh?

DD: How do you do that?

Mom: Do what?

DD: Make me feel guilty, by not actually saying I did anything wrong.

Mom: Practice

DD: Mum?

Mom: Huh?

DD: I gotta go, I need to play with Widget, huh?

Mom: Yep, I'm sure she's sad.

DD: Mum? I love you.

Mom: Love you too.

DD: Thank you.

Diesel

Have I ever told you about Diesel?

Diesel is DD's pet russian miniature hamster. I've babysat with Diesel many times, he is so cute and tiny.
About 2 inches long and very cuddly.

DD has had Diesel about 2 yrs. I enjoyed babysitting him, as he had this plastic ball I could put him in and he'd roll all around the floor.

Baby Part I

Remember Widget, aka Ra'ja, aka baby?


Ring....

Ring...

Ring...

Ring...

DD: Hi Mum, What you doing?

Mom: Talking to you, what you doing?

DD: Did I tell you what Widget did?

Mom: Nope, what did she do? How is she?

DD: She's fine. She brought me a present.

Mom: What? Did she poo on the floor?

DD: (laughs) nope, I got home from work about midnight, and she had already greeted me
and let me know she missed me, then she ran off and came back and dropped something on
my foot.
It was a mouse mum! I ran next door to the landlords to come and get it, I didn't want to
touch it.

Mom: (laughs at the image of DD standing on stool screaming) Did she come get it? (Landlords
are women)

DD: Nope, she told me to use a paper towel.

Mom: Did you?

DD: NO!!!!!! I called Dan to come get it.

Mom: You called Dan (DD's best friend) to come get a dead mouse at midnight?!? Did he? (Dan lives about 10 minutes from DD)

DD: Of course.

Mom: At least Widget loves you enough to bring you a gift.

DD: Thanks Mum. *rolling eyes i'm sure*

Mindless typing

Here is my first attempt at catching up.
I've not figured out how many I need, but I KNOW I need more.

Have you ever thought what it would be like to be married to Homer Simpson?
Talk about variety in life, you would never know what would be happening next.

Spider pig, Spider pig.........

doh!

uuuuhhhhmmmmm donuts!

But one thing I will say. He leaves no doubt in your mind that he loves Marge.

Guess you figured out that I'm sitting here watching simpsons. lol

Doods is watching it, and I'm typing, but my eyes keep drifting away to the tv.

See what happens when I get behind, I talk nonsense.

I really think I use mindless typing to keep me from typing things that are really going on, like pain, crap days, useless carers, cut fingers and pain.

Okay, enough, i'm starting to make sense, and that means it's time to stop. lol