Phil's roomates will be out of town all week, so we get Magnum each morning. He keeps jumping onto my lap and sniffing at my pockets, where I'm hiding chicken. He's sitting next to me, mostly, looking at me with puppy eyes. At least he isn't whiny when he begs. I have to leave for the preschool soon. When I get home we're going to look at antique desks for my room. I much prefer the pretty and new Swedish things of Ikea.
Watched "Johnny English." Not so bad as I thought it would be. Very little bathroom humor. And the parts that were were bearable. Funny but rather stupid. Still, much better than "Wrongfully Accused."
Left my fruity orange lippy in la mads car. Oops.
Now I'm just stalling so I won't have to leave. At least after I leave on Friday I get to babysit Ryan and his friend while their moms go to a spa. That should be fun.
Don't make me leave, the little children spill paint everywhere! Don't make me leave, I'm not allowed to drink Coke!
Bye. I gotta go. Isn't it sad when little things make you sing Backstreet Boys songs?
(Sings to self: Listen Baby I'm sorry/ Just wanna tell you don't worry/ I will be late don't stay up and wait for me/ I'll say again you're dropping out my battery is low/ So you know/ We're goin to a place nearby/ I gotta go...)

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