So... those of us who know and love our Tracy, know she has a thing about numbers. She hates being #13 when commenting so doing post #666 was enough to send her looking for a priest and dunking herself in a pool full of holy water. She rethought the pool since it's winter in West Virginia and she is not fond of frostbite.
Then she came up with a great idea, why not ask me, the resident evil Queen of the Anti-Socialites, to take the bullet for her.
Near as I can tell, my seat in hell was reserved back when I was about 11 and I talked my two younger brothers into ditching summer school. 2 days in a row. Except my brother Dan was a big wimpy momma's boy so he didn't ditch the second day and then tattled (I still owe you a good kick in the assteroid for that one, Dan!).
Anyway, now that we have established I have no fear, I'd like to tell you guys about my day. And you'll read it because I will take you down to helltown as my guests if you don't.
Go over to Tracy's and read:
The adventures of Bee, the inept baby-sitter!
P.S.
Sunday is the last day to let me know if you want to join the Secret Santa Can Suck It! *Gift* Swap, round two.
I have a couple of people who were in round one who would like to be in round two. That is coolio, yo!
Email me at beesmusings[at]gmail.com to join.
Here are the rules:
I tell you who your victim is and you post a picture (or pictures) of what you would have given them as their Secret Santa if you cared, had money, knew them etc. Only rule is no naked people.
Who you got should not be revealed until the assigned day so that everybody is surprised.
