I figured out that I worked about 58 hours this week! I know some of you (Jessica, Kacy) are thinking "Oh get over yourself, I work at least that much every week." Or at least, you should be thinking that. But this old girl (me) is not used to working that much! I worked Sunday at the church, Tuesday for 12 hours and Wednesday for 12 hours watching Laura, Wednesday night at the church, Thursday all day and Friday all day babysitting, and Friday night at the church. I have to say, I'm rather excited about getting paid.
Funny Moments from the week:
1. Watching Celtic Woman on Youtube with Laura for about an hour.
2. Laura telling me she wishes one day I'd be as beautiful as Serena Williams.
3. When I told Laura we were going to meet Josh for lunch on Wednesday, her giving me a huge hug and saying "You're the best friend in the whole wide world! He is SUCH A HOTTIE!"
4. Parker, 3 year old boy I babysat on Thurs-Fri, singing "I like 'em big. I like 'em chunky" from Madagascar.
5. Austin, 7 years old, telling me I should enter a woman's bodybuilding competition (his mom does them).
6. When I told Austin and Parker that I had a boyfriend, Austin yelling "You've got to be kidding me! I can't believe you have fallen in love with him! Do you kiss each other??"
Not so funny moment from the week:
Laura and I made breakfast one morning..I made eggs and two pieces of toast. I left the room for a second, and came back to find Laura had set up a tv tray for me and gotten me juice and silverware (so nice of her!). I had eaten my eggs and one piece of toast. Laura then asked for a wet paper towel. "Why do you need one?" I asked. She replied, "Because I dropped a piece of toast on my foot earlier and the jelly got my foot all sticky." I threw the remaining piece of toast in the trash. I just sooo pray that I ate the non-foot piece of toast. I gag every time I think about it.
