Mom points out that it's been over a month since my last blog. I can't help it that I am a busy bunny, constantly in demand. I haven't forgotten my adoring public, all five of them. Here's the latest scoop:
Mom finished another assignment, this one about seniors and technology. She had to interview old people about their views toward computers and such. Not as much fun as frat boys, but she got a decent article out of it, meaning we'll be able to buy groceries this week.
Speaking of food, Mom likes to eat, and wants to keep on doing it, so she needs more of an income than the newspaper or her cleaning job can provide. So Mom dragged herself down to the local McDonald's and put in her application. They hired her on the spot, gave her a hideous uniform and told her to show up next Monday morning bright and early.
Mom is not happy about this. She did not expect to reach a certain age and find herself flipping burgers for a living alongside pimply-faced adolescent boys. She tries to look on the bright side. McDonald's provides a generous employee discount. So Mom can stock up on Big Macs and fries, and save a lot of money at the grocery store. Too bad Mom doesn't like Big Macs. She can stand the filet-o-fish, without tartar sauce and cheese. Or the hamburger, with extra onions and no ketchup (and to think Mom calls US finicky eaters...).
So now Mom officially has three jobs, and as you may well imagine, this cuts drastically into our Quality Bunny Time. She promises to spend her every waking non-working moment with us, and we think that's only right. What could possibly be more important than Kenzie's chin scratch or my forehead rub? Mom promises that we'll still have our annual June vacation, just the three of us. We're going to hold her to it.
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