Auntie Doesn't Change Diapers

Beckie came over last night around 11pm when I was watching the end of Blade:Trinity. She remarked that it was an odd choice of movie for me to be watching alone. Then I informed her that Ryan Reynolds is in it and she understood. I said to her in an excited, breathy whisper, "There's this one scene where he's chained to the floor and he's not wearing a shirt!" Yummy. But before I get carried away with thoughts of a shirt-less Ryan Reynolds and can't finish this post, I'll move on. We shot the breeze and gossiped about boys, read from my Scorpio astrology book, and ate peanuts. The astrology book is really cool cause it tells you what a certain relationship will be like, for example Scorpio Woman-Leo Man or Scorpio Man-Gemini Woman and it does it for all the Scorpio combos. Beckie asked if it had that for gay couples and I was like, "Beckie, this book is from 1976. They didn't have gays back then!"

She left a little before 2am and I went to bed shortly after. Then I was woken at 8 this morning when Night puked next to my bed. Lovely. After I quickly cleaned up the cat vomit, I couldn't fall back asleep. I finally did and my phone started ringing at 9:30. Who the hell would call ME at 9:30 on a Saturday morning? It was my stepmother. Confirming that I'm babysitting Sarah this afternoon and will be at their place around 3:30. A couple hours later my sister-in-law called me to verify that I was also watching Zoe this afternoon. Greeeeeeeeeeat. I'll have the 7 year-old poster child for ADD and the most difficult 3 year-old in the state of Michigan. And I don't think Zoe is potty-trained yet which interferes with my rule of not changing diapers. She'll be potty-trained by the time she goes back to her parents. Nothing like a little Vixen discipline to get that child on track.