Unemployment Adventures

"Come on, you're a nurse." Joanna
"It is NOT the same thing!" Me after I informed Joanna that picking up after the dog in the house does not fall under the job description of a nurse.

It's been slow, being unemployed. I had an interview last week (THANK YOU BARB) that I am really hoping will come through. My sister is now employed so the days are pretty empty- running, NCIS, job searching, etc. And when it's needed, watching my sibling's children. Like yesterday. I got to watch this little guy:


Notice the Polly Pocket in his hand. I was trying to keep him entertained while Elizabeth took the girls to the dentist. Sorry about the doll Elizabeth, but he played with a car later on so it evens out right? But I also turned on the Disney channel for him. Garfield was on and he liked it. Then iCarly came on. He lost interest but for some reason I got caught in the story line. About ten minutes later, I turned around to see what Cameron was doing. And found this:



I firmly informed him that he could not stay on the counter and when he did not get off like I asked, I began the dreaded countdown.
"One. Two. Thre-"
"Grr. Fine. You're not my friend." Cameron informed me as he stood up. On the counter. For a brief second I thought he was going to jump. Then I realized I am bigger than this kid. And I started laughing. Which he didn't really appreciate. After that the afternoon went off fine. Well except for one small incident that involved a dog who did not get outside in time and Cameron's foot. Don't worry Elizabeth: I washed his foot twenty times and in between his little (little? Heh heh) toes.