Hello again. I babysat my sick niece today and will tomorrow. She is sorta over the flu and has a bad cold. Today she was a happy girl who imitated animals on her see and say. I even took her picture with my camera. I read the same books to her. She giggled at the cat pictures in a book. I hunted down her cold medicine all over the house. My sister keeps things in weird places sometimes. I read the directions when I finally found it, in the baking cupboard next to spices, measuring cups, and bags of nuts. Then I found the syringe in the silverware drawer. The baby saw the syringe and made a face. She waved her hands to stop me from giving her the medicine, then after a cough and sneeze she let me push it into her mouth. I tried not to push it in too fast and gag her. Before syringes with markings for dosages they used eye droppers, same concept. Poor baby. She was happy when Mom came home and kicked her feet, though after yogurt she puked on my sister. Too much yogurt. Then she fussed and cried, which made my sister keep asking me to do things for her. After I asked if Her Highness needed anything else, she slowed down her demands. We watched a movie, Gosford Park. My sister loves murder mysteries. They are not my favorite thing to watch, too confusing. I am very bad at guessing games.
I helped my sister put away her groceries and told the latest stories from work. One was a coworker was looking at houses and receiving advice from another coworker where not to live. She said at this one playground the children use fouler language than my coworkers. I never heard of such a thing. This couple is strange. He wants to live in a barn and she wants a spooky Addams Family house. He is an avid hunter and she is a vegetarian. He moved up here from Arkansas to be close to her family. According to him, she spends all their money on junk they don't need and he has no idea what she spends because they have everything set up to directly pay from their bank account, instead of writing out checks. Then she is taking fertility treatments so they can have a baby, and they think they are going to have the money to buy a house. My sister said fertitlity treatments are very expensive. So are babies.
Another story was about a man who came to my counter with a reservation number. I poked it in and it said the reservation date was October 14, 2004. No longer vaild. Well I poke in his driver's license number and a note popped up saying DO NOT RENT. I had to inform the man that my computer says not to rent him a car and gave his stuff back. He asks why. I explain it does not say why, but look up a set of keys to push to pop up the 800# he can dial to find out. He thanks me and informs me he will rent elsewhere. Yes, he will have to rent somewhere else.
My last tale is informing my sister that a coworker had a cold last weekend, so I could have it too. And I'm dealing with a sick baby. Better drink up on Vitamin C. It is strange my allergies were not acting up today and barely took any allergy medicine. That only occurs when I'm sick. When I start healing, the itchy nose returns. I was so bored at work Saturday I actually cleaned just about everything. Big mistake. The hands itched like crazy until my medicine kicked in. And people complain almost every week and informing me the counters must be cleaned every weekend. I simply state that they are fully capable of cleaning the counters themselves if the dirt upsets them on a good day. On bad days I get sacarstic saying in case they have not noticed my sneezing every day, I am allergic to dust. And that is not something that just goes away to never return like the chicken pox. Post later. Bye!
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