i was just in the middle of spilling my heart on this blog when mary (12yo sister) plops herself on the arm of our couch and questions "can you get me a job?" i laugh and continue to type. she begins to monologue: "I can see it now "MARY THE BABYSITTER" in flashing neon lights Feathers shooting out of my hair, chopsticks for accesories and the reddest lipstick Las Vegas never knew". needless to say i'm in much lighter mood but i will say what i was going to anyway, althought it might need a few minutes to resettle.