PM's and Piglet

I'm working a pm shift tonight. Back at my old stomping grounds. When I'm there it seems like I never left. Hopefully my brain will work and I'll get this computer scanning stuff down. In class I didn't hold my mouth right, the scanner wouldn't work. Just how do those checkers at markets do it? They make scanning look so easy.

Piglet called from the beach condo. Her first day she got stung by a jellyfish, youch. Then she stepped on a piece of glass. Bummer. Her parting request was so funny. Nannie, "Pray I don't fart." The agony of being a teenager. She wasn't alone in her fears. Another one of the invited guests voiced the same worry. What about when you fall asleep? Well, I said that in an entire week with 5 teens somebody is going to poot. It's a matter of timing, who will be first? I couldn't take the stress.

The hosting Dad is fun loving, he threw spaghetti noodles at everybody during dinner. I hope she wears sun block or we're going to hear about a SUNBURN.

Ya'll have a good monday.