- Me: Sandy-
- Sandy: Yes, boo-tiful?
We went to Ara, Ted, Harriet and Clark’s community garden cook-out today and Ara warned me that the kids would get filthy. “Is there a hose?” Yes. Not a problem then.
We knew there was a chance of rain but when you have kids to entertain- you push the limit. Right before it started pouring, Clementine was wandering around in her own dust cloud like Pigpen from Charlie Brown. When the torrential rain came, Sandy refused to get off the stage. She was screaming “RAIN!!!” and her mind was blown.
It’s over. I should move to Staten Island or something. I called the police on a crazy party on the roof of my building. I’ve become that curmudgeon person who ruined it. I’m all, “I’ve got kids in here. The roof could collapse with all those people (probably not). It’s not safe. Did I mention I have kids, no, make that babies here?!”
Maybe it was the inch of piss in the elevator. Or the fact that I know the kids’ toys and roof set-up are being trashed right now.
Sorry underaged drinkers. I’m sure there’s another rooftop party within a block’s radius.
Runfostermama had her adoption homestudy last night. The social worker(?), according to Runfostermama, came in a giant 1970s van filled with close to 20 people. The van of people sat in front of Runfostermama’s apartment for the entire 2-hour homestudy and the social worker(?) kept running to the window saying he had to go.
What the heck?