This has nothing to do with fan fiction at all, but I just had to write it down somewhere...
I just got back from a babysitting job at the house around the corner, about four hours earlier than I thought I would be. It turns out there was a huge miscommunication over the time, and what I thought was going to be a job that lasted till twelve thirty in the morning ended up lasting only one hour. So much for writing while the kids were in bed.
The kids wanted to play with water balloons outside. Then they wanted to squirt the water at each other. I agreed to be a target, but only if they hit me in the legs, where my jeans would soak it up. Well, one of the kids misfired, and I got squirted in the chest and face. My shirt is still damp.
Then the dog got out. Turns out there isn't any sort of electric fence in the front yard, because the little dear just kept on running. Downhill. And I'm screaming and chasing him barefoot, praying he doesn't get run over or lost, because the kids' father would kill me. Eventually, some good samaratans who were driving by stopped to grab him. But that didn't work. Instead, he started running again--uphill. I finally caught him while he was sniffing some shrubbery--after he had marked his territory on another yard and was still a little wet "down there." So I had to carry him all the way back, still uphill.
Thankfully, the kids' grandmother showed up shortly after we all trooped inside (and after I washed my hands and half my arm). I don't know if I could last the whole night.
So thanks for reading about my misadventure. It makes me feel better knowing someone's getting a laugh from it.
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