J-O-B.  Thats the name of the game bitches.  Even though I'm working with a headhunter, my job search is coming up a big fat NILL.  Ziltch.  WTF.  Because I refuse to strip, nor would anyone want to see my hooters, finding a vocation is proving quite difficult.  Also, I already have a nanny for our kid.  Normally its the other way around--  No nanny, has job.

I had to drop off some baby clothes to a fellow Puma (Go Saint Joe!) in Oak Lawn, so my awesome MIL came over to babysit.  PS-- Pat is here once a week, which kicks ass.  Upon leaving Beau and walking out the door, he decides to TOTALLY give Pat the bidniss.  Crocodile tears and all.  Not only were my boobs starting to leak, but I found myself wanting to cry also.  My poor stinkerstank.  Turns out he just had to fart real loud.  A trashy little bugger he is.