One of Dad's DJs came over about 15 minutes ago. (Did I forget to mention that my Dad owns 3 businesses and one of which is a DJ company? I am also one of my Dad's DJs. The even sadder fact is that I'm one of the better ones.) I think his name is Steven and he's a newbie. He's 18 years old and when I was watching SNL, he came in and said he had money. I ran to the door to see who dared to darken my doorstep while I'm home alone for the weekend and watching my beloved SNL. I saw him and was in awe.

"Uh excuse me...Steven is it? You're the hottest thing I've ever seen and I would like to propose that you come in right now and teach me a lesson for keeping my door unlocked when I'm home alone. I'm a very bad girl." I wanted to say.

He could tell I was awestruck. I guess he didn't pass me off for ugly either, because he sized me up and started talking to me. I then realized I was wearing a sport/push-up bra that makes me look especially...perky underneath my red joe boxer shirt, and PJ pants that make my waist look little, and my legs long. I shut the door, not bothering to bring the dog in for the night. Not five minutes later, he comes back to the door and says that the dog is under his car and he won't move.

When I went back outside, I saw that my poor Tucker dog is having a seizure (It's not out of the ordinary. He has them every three weeks.). He felt so guilty, and he thought it was something he did. After flashing him several smiles, and helping me move him to a snowbank next to the driveway. He stayed for about five minutes, petting my little beast (The dog I mean). Then he had to leave.

When he was pulling out of the driveway, I took off my jacket and put it on the dog, because he wasn't moving nearly as much as he normally does. He gave me another look.

Grrr baby. And aren't I lucky? I get to DJ a dance with him on the 13th.