the fun of working from home

I like working from home on Tuesdays because I don’t have to wear shoes. Or pants for that matter, but today I decided I should put some on, because the lawn boys are outside my balcony and I’m not sure I’m ready for them to see me enjoy my pants-freedom.

I don’t like working from home on Tuesdays because someone in the building across from mine babysits now and she’s quite possibly the worst babysitter ever. This kid named Eric, who is maybe 2, keeps trying to climb the fence. He gets about halfway up and then she yells at him. I’m not sure her method of continually counting to three is really working today. She’s reached three about four dozen times and he’s still climbing the fence and smashing her plants on her patio.

I’m not sure how I feel about working from home when my dog starts staring at me. I was applying some Anbesol to my throbbing tooth, and he was looking at me with great disapproval. So, I responded to him like any normal person would by saying “What?” and then ceasing the behavior that was clearly bothering him. I’m not ashamed to admit that my dog rules the roost around here.

I’m also not ashamed to admit I have a photographer semi-lined up for our Christmas pictures this year. Hey, it’s never too early to plan.

And finally, I’ve deemed it impossible to watch an episode of Reno 911 without laughing out loud multiple times for completely wrong reasons. It’s my kind of show and I’m sorry I didn’t discover it sooner.


  1. re: bad babysitter

    I think it’s time for another of your infamous passive-aggressive notes. Perhaps something to the tune of, “if you don’t get that kid under control by the time I count to three, I’m going to steal your internet connection and your TV Guide. One… Two…”

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