Hold me Closer…

Well, (other than a pre-scheduled UB Snap post) it’s been pretty quiet around here lately and, for once, it was purposeful. I took some time away from posting on all of my social media accounts last week… partly because of the #AmplifyMelanatedVoices movement and partly because I just didn’t feel like posting. And I sure as hell didn’t feel like trying to be funny. There’s a lot of shit going down right now, and I don’t usually get political on here (or anywhere) but this shit ain’t political. It’s human rights. That’s as far as I’ll go with that because you don’t come here for the heavy stuff.

So, let’s take it back to regularly scheduled programming.

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I recently babysat for a new family of two young boys (three and seven). They were… not my favorite clients and I will most likely be “busy” the next time the mom contacts me, but I have to share that in three days (10.5 hours) of babysitting, the 3-year-old pissed outside at least six times, ate about half of my Play-Doh and ended up in urgent care. Yes, you read that correctly, and no, it wasn’t my fault.

In fact, the mom was still home when he tripped and sliced his head open on the coffee table (the same one he had also fallen into the day before and I thought I’d for sure be calling 911).

Anyway, it was a bit of a WEEK around here last week, but there is one (very) positive thing that came out of that shitshow of a babysitting job and it has to do with the dog. No, the positive is not the dog itself (duh), but rather, the dog’s name.

You may be thinking, “Really, Bev? How funny can a dog’s name be that it’s the highlight of your week?” And I get that. But just give me a second here, because the dog’s name is…

Tony Danza.