Posts tagged hamptons summer 2k12.

one time i woke up to find my boss in the kitchen wearing a white above the knee tiered skirt a white camisole and a blue bindi

one time the seven year old got an electric go-kart and the mom told me to not let any of the kids he was having a play date with have a turn on it because he was so excited

one time when i was staying in the hamptons the seven year old’s private tutor gave me a ride to the bus and spent it talking about being put out when her yoga teacher poked the tutor’s boyfriend in his butthole during a yoga session

remember when i taught the kids i nannied how to apply deodorant?

we all like drugs better but we all like sex also

one time the seven year old wrote a song about me

one time i got the kids to sniff my armpits because they had been with me when i bought my deodorant

one time the seven year old told me that in ten years he was going to get a knife and he was going to come find me

being back in the west village is weird because in the hamptons i got used to no one ever looking at me

the bus broke down and the teens are talking about skrillex

this is how i die

it’s 21 percent proof

the teens sitting next to me on the bus have secret booze in their water bottles one of them is wearing a studded sea foam fanny pack and a headband with minnie mouse ears thank u goddess of summer 4 blessing my last bus ride away from the hamptons

going to a birthday party with my boss and the 2 kids for which she rsvped “3 attending”

looks like i’m going to be closing out my last week in the hamptons with one more 13 hour day because after the birthday party my boss has to go to a cocktail night her yoga teacher is hosting

apparently my boss meant to tell me i could have the rest of the night off at dinner but forgot to say anything until i had given both the kids baths and cleaned up the kitchen

these are the stumps that live in the front yard. my boss paid her neighbors’ contractors to transport them over so she can make them into tables. they’ve been there for about 5 weeks now. when the seven year old suggested she make one of them a table for chess she said “i don’t know what they’re going to be yet we’re going to have to start working with them and see what they become. that’s how this kind of thing works”

you should write a song called shitpants

the seven year old to the song-writing nine year old