And then, he got tired. And so did grandma. It was ultra time for me, nappy time for him.
I have an interview tomorrow afternoon, for a second job, waitressing. I think it would be so much fun, my only worry is that I won't be able to stand up to the physical-ness of it. If I am lucky enough for them to want to hire this old hag, then I am sure going to give it my best shot. I would love to work weekend nights, as I have no life anyway, and certainly need the money, as Santa Claus is a little worried about Christmas this year. Plus, it would just be FUN. I love that kind of work, and they wear jeans and t-shirts and listen to loud country music there. Is that me or what?
Happy Sunday. Spend it doing something you love. I'm out. :)