What a Nifty Weekend

All went well this weekend.

On Saturday we went to the school early for the spring festival thing. I was scheduled to work 9:30 to 10:30 at the cakewalk. We find out after we get there that the thing doesn't start til 10:00 and we have 45 minutes to kill with Sylvie(6) and nothing to do but sit there. We're at the place where the cakewalk it going to be and I realize that I'll be working it alone and I start to freak out. I thought I'd be with someone and I could just quietly pass out cakes and wouldn't have to talk to anyone. And I just don't do social interaction well. Big groups of people freak me out - as do small groups and singletons that I don't know well. So Sweety offered to do the cakewalk while I took Sylvie around to the games and stuff. This guy is GREAT!! I was so tickled that he offered. And during his shift not one person came to participate in the cakewalk. So he didn't have to deal with people either.

Took Sylvie to the sitter's around 1:00 and then we met another couple at this really good seafood place before going to the casino ship. The casino ship sucked ass. And I don't mean in a fun "let me pet your prostate" kinda way. It was way crowded and the weather was bad so the boat rocked all night long. You couldn't walk a straight line. At the end of the night someone was saying that the other casino ship in the area couldn't sail because of the high waves so everyone came to this one. I couldn't get a seat at a blackjack table. Usually I play at the $5 table and was desperate enough to think about going to the $25 table but there were no seats there either. I then decided to try the slot machines. I don't like them but I was bored and stuck on that damn boat for 6 hours. I wanted to play the nickel machines so I could pull that little arm thing a lot but none of those machines were open. I got in an argument with some old hag because I started to sit down at an open machine and she told me it was saved and the person went to the bathroom. I didn't think you could do that and told her I'd just play a minute. So now some crazy old lady, with freshly tattooed eyebrows and an accent that causes her to spit on me while she's yelling, is 2 inches from my face. I sit down and am trying to feed my money into the machine. And some other woman comes up and says that tattooed eyebrow woman wouldn't let her sit down either. And the whole time this old bitch is still yelling right in my effing ear. So I called her a name. A really bad name. And she leaned over and stuck 2 nickels in the machine to hold it. So I picked her old bony ass up and threw her overboard. Just kidding. But I thought about it. Even though I couldn't play anything that I wanted to I still managed to lose all my money.

We stayed in a hotel that night instead of driving all the way home and the next morning at about 9 the phone rings and it's the baby sitter. I figure there's a problem with Sylvie and we must come get her right away. But no, the sitter forgot to tell us she has circus tickets and would it be okay if she took Sylvie with her son. Well of course it is! Woo hoo! Extra sleep for me!

Actually, we didn't get extra sleep but the morning sex was awesome. I've discovered something even better than getting the coochie licked. It would be having it licked and getting a leg massage at the same time. Have I mentioned that Sweety is freaking wonderful?!

Why is it that whenever I move from my desk that the dogs must follow me? They were both all cozied up, asleep in stinky dog's bed but when I get up just for a second they both come running out of the room. I come sit back down and they lay right back down to sleep. Tiny dog is in my lap now and she smells like stinky dog since they've been cuddling. Ew. I should Lysol her.

I'll be sooooo glad when I get off work tonight. I need to stay home and clean the house again tomorrow. It's not too bad. The biggest thing to do is wash the dogs. And there's nothing I like more than washing a damn dog.

I'm dinged out. Gotta go get some sleep.