I want a little quickie, you want a little quickie, I'll give a little quickie, dang I'm such a ho.

I'm sitting with Megan. She has decided I should blog about how sexy she is.
While this is true, she is:

1) 15, and that's pedophil-ic.

AND:

2) Female

Both I don't find SEXY. Sorry. But I will write about how annoying it is to have her read this over my shoulder. Verbatim. OUTLOUD. And she is correcting my grammar, EVEN THOUGH I HAVE SPELL CHECK red underlining EVERYTHING. Because I need it. Because I type faster than my brain works. Factoid.

Megan for some reason thinks all Midgets create chocolate from tree houses. I do not own a tree, nor a house... but I do make delicious treats. Just don't ask where the chocolate comes from. I do change diapers for a living.

(Megan giggled)
(So did Nikki)

Nikki says she more CHUCKLED, than GIGGLED. My BAD!

/End