Pulling into the station
November 18, 2004
Once upon a time, two hippies had a demon spawn. She grew up in a most bizarre house yet was pretty well adjusted, if you ask her therapist. (Of course, the fact that she needs a therapist should say something, but I digress.)One day, when the demon spawn was about three or so, her mommy decided that it was time to go back to work. This did not please the demon spawn. The demon spawn rebelled, kicking and screaming. After a few days of searching, the poor mommy found a babysitter named Kathy. The demon spawn liked to go to Kathy's house because they had Barbies there. So all was well and the demon spawn was peaceful.
Then Kathy had to go away for a few days. The mommy tried taking the demon spawn to a new sitter, but the demon spawn would start screaming horrible things as soon as they turned onto the street where the other sitter lived. Occationally, the demon spawn would bite herself on the arm or try to cut her own hair with scissors or a brush. The mommy put up with the demon spawn's fits for two days and then called Kathy and begged for her to come back.
The demon spawn does not recall the reason for such fits in the car - the other sitter had the big chunky Crayola crayons and colored blocks, so all should have been well.
The moral of the story is... Stick with the Barbies.
(To answer your question, Beth, I haven't a damn clue why I threw shit fits when it came to my new sitter. But apparently I hated the woman big time. My mom pulled me outta there after two days.)
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