1. Paleness- It is nearly July, yet no matter how earnestly I attempt to gain some sort of pigmentation, my alabaster skin reflects all incoming sunlight. When I stand on the beach I look like a great, pale beacon guiding ships to a safe harbor. Seriously. This picture is not doctored. Yes, even the text was originally there.
In a matter of 5 hours the three and two year olds I nanny for managed to collectively poop 8 separate times. That is 2 for one kid and a remarkable 6 for the other. And these were some serious bowel movements. A sucky day to change diapers for sure, but I must say I was also a bit intrigued as to how such small bodies could hold such gratuitous amounts of shit whilst still maintaining enough room for things like... I dunno... lungs. What. the. shit.
3. Pervs:
Turkey Guns, for those of you who remember him from my previous post about 60 year old pervs who piss me off, asked me out. Well, he told me I was hot and asked if I'd like go to his farm sometime and look at his bomb shelter. How romantic. Suffice to say I declined.
xoxo Hannah
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