Life's Little Tragedies
So I'm driving down Lamar after dropping off the big kids at their grandma's house, listening to some Brian Eno on the radio, and it's pretty good, very experimental, pretty weird, but catchy, so I'm dancing around a bit in the driver's seat. You know how you do.
A guy the next car over meets my eyes and smiles - laughs, even - and I realize something horrifying.
I'm a mid-thirties woman, driving a minivan with a 5-year-old in the backseat, and I'm totally jamming out to a typewriter solo.
Well, no wonder there aren't any boys in my yard. My milkshake has turned to cottage cheese!
posted by Beth @ 8:35 PM
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2 Comments:
What are your rates? And do you charge hourly, or by the boy?
(Edited because I didn't like the beefcake Pope as much as Bloody Mary, last night's guest blogger, did.)
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