i never actually did this when i was little, but i sure wouldn’t mind doing it now. i want to have a tea party. and instead of having stuffed animals as my guests, i want to have people. but since it’s my tea party, i get to make the rules. i get to decide who eats what. and who is full when. and who wants more tea. i get to comment on the stylishness of your hat. i get to kick people out. and most importantly, i get to decide if i will reinvite you to the next one. ok? lovely. it’s a date. oh bother. i like people. i really do. sometimes they are just so impossible though. you feel like bopping them on the head, and yelling “shaddup and drink your tea!” fudgesticks. i am going to be one terrible mother.
i expressed interest in one job. that’s one giant step towards a partial income.