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Sometimes I question my age. I really do.

Such as in class last night.

Teacher: something something something followed by "okie dokie"
Melanie: "I like him, he says 'okie dokie'
Me: *giggles*
Melanie: *giggles*
Me & Melanie: *laughter*
Teacher: "Um, what was funny?"
Me: "We'd like some pudding now."
Me & Melanie: *more laughter*

It's a good thing the teacher is used to us as a whole class just being a bunch of jack asses. But we're getting good grades (yay! for my As!) and he makes dirty innuendos about anatomy so it's all good. But, still. I am really 28 or is my birth certificate forged?

I took muskrat out to breakfast this morning at Tiffin Inn. It's been a while since I've been able to sit down with him and just b.s. I miss my kid! His dad comes home today so no more running around like I have been for the last week just to see my son for 5 minutes instead of the extra two and a half I get when I bring him to Erik on his days.

Sunday night was my last night at Primo's. Good riddance. I like the new place a lot and am hoping I can make my bills only working three days a week. Since two of those days are doubles it's a steady five shifts with week days off to study. I hope I hope I hope...


Mar. 2nd, 2010 03:43 pm (UTC)
It's a Supernatural kind of life I lead.
Mar. 2nd, 2010 04:32 pm (UTC)
Fan girl squee at that icon!!