Woke up to the lovely sound of my car being side swiped by dearest Grandmother in her buick. I watched as her car squeaked against mine pushing it up against the fence. It wasn't until she ran into a large piece of cement block that i place between my car and the driveway that she realized she was stuck and/or running into something. Thank goodness she didn't gun it to get over the cement block and manage to tip my car over onto the fence. I don't think she heard the noise she made upon impact. That woman! Three strikes and I'm taking her license away! I see no dents and thankfully no green streak all the way down the side of my car as I was envisioning. My car is white! I was standing in the window watching this take place with my fistswaving frantically in the air and my mouth wide open. I was screaming inside, but nothing came out cept a few squeals and gasps. If her car can lift mine up on its side and into a fence going like 1 mile an hour, what do you think one of those gigantica trucks can do to it on the freeway going 75mph?
Renee has a knack of never saying no which leads to many pickles in life which usually end up inhibiting someone elses life. Renee agreed to watch two babies on Sunday while their mother worked. A 2 or 3 year old I think and a 4 month old. Naturally they all came to Sunday dinner and the kids went to sleep just before dinner. In the middle of dinner I hear a baby and stop all convo "Is that a baby?" which sends Renee looking shocked and running out of the room. Oy. Not used to listening for a baby. That was a fussy ornrey baby. Til he saw me. A curse I tell you. So if I wasn't there he'd cry therefore Renee just kept handing him to me. So I got a baby all night. He wouldn't sleep. We all took turns putting the baby to sleep but it wouldn't last long and no one would hear him wake up from downstairs but me. So I kept ending up with him. His older brother is super cute tho. It was kinda nice to have a baby that didnt run around like I'm used to. Needless to say I think I'm getting sick of babysitting. And I think Renee should find another hobby.