Screaming Children, Uno, and a Weiner Dog

From my previous post, you probably learned that my parents bought me a car. Its a navy blue '02 Jeep Laredo, and I love it. Even though it sort of smells like a bowling alley, and there's a huge cigar hole hidden under one of the Auburn Tigers floormats, It is already my baby. Since I love my car so much, when my parents told me that they wanted me to pay for the insurance, I didn't argue. My money has to come from somewhere... so I took up a babysitting job. I began that journey today bright and early at 8 a.m.

I arrived at my uncle's house (the kids i am babysitting are my cousins) and my cousin Sydney was already awake. And immediately, she wanted to make bubble gum. Apparently, my uncle made the not so wise choice of getting her a bubble gum making kit for Christmas. Lets just say.. I had a nice time cleaning up that mess. After that was over the youngest, Jack, woke up. Jack wanted to play Uno. After three games of pouting, screaming, and "YOU CHEATED", I wanted to get on the Barbie bike that was sitting in the garage and pedal away. But no, I couldn't pedal away because for one: I couldn't fit on the Barbie bike and I couldn't just abandon my own kin. As I was pondering this thought, I decided that a good way to shut them up would be to get them on the trampoline. That was a mistake. Lucky me got to show Jack how to do a backflip. I failed. I fell right through the springs on the trampoline, and got stabbed in the big toe by a nice little piece of petruding metal. As I limped insde with arguing children in tow, I was met at the door by the cutest thing I have ever seen. His name is Oscar, and he is the most precious weenie dog I have ever seen in my life. He immediately cheered me up. His fat body and his short little legs gave me a sense of optimism. At the end of this lovely experience, I had a swollen toe, a headache, 30 bucks, and a new friend. Good day? I think so.