So I decided after I left court that it would be a jolly idea to work from home. So I started making phone calls and I was on my 17th when I realized something that could come back and bite me in the bum. 17 of my foster parents now have my personal home number. EVERYONE of them mentioned that they didn't recognize the number but they decided to answer the phone anyway. DAMN DAMN
Some days I really need to think my bright ideas through.
The Man and I are teaching catechism and I swear all of the girls in our class have crushes on him. He sits behind them and three of them turned their desks around to face him. They completely ignore me but jump at the chance to answer a question that he asked. Good Lord I have competition:)