| Current mood: |  naughty |
| Current music: | the smiths: "reel around the fountain" |
my stupid mouth has got me in trouble.
for some reason, my boss at the publishing firm thinks i'm cat- and housesitting for him and his wife for three weeks in january while they go on a cruise to the bahamas. ¿qué? i'm not sure when i agreed to this, and that's mostly because i'm not sure i did. it seems i made the unfortunate mistake of discussing last month's cat- and housesitting (mis)adventures at john and zofie's in front of him, and now he thinks i'm housesitter extraordinaire.
now, the shitty thing is how i feel like i kinda have to do this, since he did me a good by letting me stay on part-time at the firm and keep my benefits when i got the new job at the newspaper at the beginning of the summer. however, on the plus, his house is in crofton, so it's close enough that i won't have to "live" there while they're gone. (and they don't have a DVD player, so why would i want to "live" there while they're gone?) and he's got money, so i might make a bit for the 2004 moving fund if i impress them enough.
speaking of impressions, i got the invitation to my cousin's wedding yesterday. as expected, it was one RSVP for my parents and me together. but i was a little surprised that i'm not allowed to bring a guest. whatever. lame. but all the groomsmen are going to wear kilts, so the ceremony should be visually intriguing at the very least. and it'll probably be the closest thing to a taste of scotland i'll get in the near future.
and speaking of the near future, tomorrow i have a 6:30 ass-kicking training appointment at the gym with susan. my body is hurting in anticipation.
