plan with someone else. You can call the office for help or a sub, but when the children are there with you, you’re on.
2. Kids are funny, so go ahead and laugh a lot. Plan lessons to bring out the humor. I suggest creative movement to music.
On a personal note, I have a date with Hot Sub tonight. He’s gorgeous and tall, 6’2”. His athletic body is only part of the story behind his nickname. He has thick brown hair, a little messy and pushed into the middle. He has green eyes that don’t hurt his chances of gaining more admirers. Definitely yummy! Don’t wait up.
I’ve changed four times, and now I’m standing in front of the full-length mirror in Mina’s room, wearing some dark-wash skinny jeans with a cute concert tee from Sick Puppies. It’s actually Mina’s shirt, but I’ve been listening to a CD in case Liam asks me about the band.
Mina looks slowly at my clothes, perusing the details. “You look great. I think this is the one, but it looks better without you biting your lip.”
Hmm…I step back, turn left, turn right. Maybe I should change back into the first outfit. I turn, grabbing the tank and cardigan from the bed behind me.
“Stop. You look great, and you are not changing again.”
I freeze, still clutching the clothes, and turn to face her. “I’m not sure it’s sending the right first-date message.”
“You’re delusional. You look relaxed and carefree in a cute, sassy way. Definitely the right message.” The doorbell rings, and I drop the clothes to dash into Mina’s bathroom to finish my makeup.
“Ooh, Hot Sub is here. Do not change missy. I’ll answer the door. Pee before you leave— go-karts are a shaky ride.” She smiles and turns to get the door.
I quickly smear on some blush and mascara and give myself a once-over in the mirror. Popping another mint into my mouth. Deep breaths, deep breaths. Smile. As I round the corner into the front room, I hear Liam laughing as Mina is describing something to him. I pause for a second, looking at both curiously.
“Mina was just telling me the other side of the story about your first day at Rio Grande. Quite a day, huh?”
“Well, I guess so.” I try to sound light and carefree, like my shirt implies, as Liam walks over to the door.
“Nice to meet you, Mina, and thanks for the insight.”
Before I turn to leave, I give Mina a quizzical glare to which she just shrugs.
“Have a good time,” she calls as she shuts the door behind us.
Liam walks me to the passenger side of his Ridgeline and opens my door—his stock is going up. You know how on some dates, especially first dates, if they don’t even open the door when they are trying to impress you, well, you can bet it’s all downhill from there. So, good start.
We chat easily on the way. It takes me a while to notice the radio isn’t even on—another good sign. I like the idea of go-karts for a first date—we can learn to do something fun together, adding to the bonding.
Inside the go-kart track, I find out Liam has a locker with a custom helmet in it—I’ve been set up. He grabs my hand (all is forgiven) and we get me a helmet.
During a training video explaining the safety features of the cart, Liam begins tickling the back of my hand. I can’t concentrate at all. The movie tells how to cut the engine, stop a skid, and something I didn’t catch. Liam leans close and practically whispers in my ear, telling me about his family; father, mother, older sister, younger brother and grandparents in England, but I can’t tell you how to run the cart. I think it’s all part of Liam’s plan to win.
The light turns green, and we start. I have one foot on the gas and the other on the brake. Coming up to the first turn, I keep the gas down. The back tires skid a bit, but I think I can take the turns faster.
I round another corner and notice Liam following my cart very closely. In fact, I think he bumps my car each time the teenager on duty looks away. The
2. Kids are funny, so go ahead and laugh a lot. Plan lessons to bring out the humor. I suggest creative movement to music.
On a personal note, I have a date with Hot Sub tonight. He’s gorgeous and tall, 6’2”. His athletic body is only part of the story behind his nickname. He has thick brown hair, a little messy and pushed into the middle. He has green eyes that don’t hurt his chances of gaining more admirers. Definitely yummy! Don’t wait up.
I’ve changed four times, and now I’m standing in front of the full-length mirror in Mina’s room, wearing some dark-wash skinny jeans with a cute concert tee from Sick Puppies. It’s actually Mina’s shirt, but I’ve been listening to a CD in case Liam asks me about the band.
Mina looks slowly at my clothes, perusing the details. “You look great. I think this is the one, but it looks better without you biting your lip.”
Hmm…I step back, turn left, turn right. Maybe I should change back into the first outfit. I turn, grabbing the tank and cardigan from the bed behind me.
“Stop. You look great, and you are not changing again.”
I freeze, still clutching the clothes, and turn to face her. “I’m not sure it’s sending the right first-date message.”
“You’re delusional. You look relaxed and carefree in a cute, sassy way. Definitely the right message.” The doorbell rings, and I drop the clothes to dash into Mina’s bathroom to finish my makeup.
“Ooh, Hot Sub is here. Do not change missy. I’ll answer the door. Pee before you leave— go-karts are a shaky ride.” She smiles and turns to get the door.
I quickly smear on some blush and mascara and give myself a once-over in the mirror. Popping another mint into my mouth. Deep breaths, deep breaths. Smile. As I round the corner into the front room, I hear Liam laughing as Mina is describing something to him. I pause for a second, looking at both curiously.
“Mina was just telling me the other side of the story about your first day at Rio Grande. Quite a day, huh?”
“Well, I guess so.” I try to sound light and carefree, like my shirt implies, as Liam walks over to the door.
“Nice to meet you, Mina, and thanks for the insight.”
Before I turn to leave, I give Mina a quizzical glare to which she just shrugs.
“Have a good time,” she calls as she shuts the door behind us.
Liam walks me to the passenger side of his Ridgeline and opens my door—his stock is going up. You know how on some dates, especially first dates, if they don’t even open the door when they are trying to impress you, well, you can bet it’s all downhill from there. So, good start.
We chat easily on the way. It takes me a while to notice the radio isn’t even on—another good sign. I like the idea of go-karts for a first date—we can learn to do something fun together, adding to the bonding.
Inside the go-kart track, I find out Liam has a locker with a custom helmet in it—I’ve been set up. He grabs my hand (all is forgiven) and we get me a helmet.
During a training video explaining the safety features of the cart, Liam begins tickling the back of my hand. I can’t concentrate at all. The movie tells how to cut the engine, stop a skid, and something I didn’t catch. Liam leans close and practically whispers in my ear, telling me about his family; father, mother, older sister, younger brother and grandparents in England, but I can’t tell you how to run the cart. I think it’s all part of Liam’s plan to win.
The light turns green, and we start. I have one foot on the gas and the other on the brake. Coming up to the first turn, I keep the gas down. The back tires skid a bit, but I think I can take the turns faster.
I round another corner and notice Liam following my cart very closely. In fact, I think he bumps my car each time the teenager on duty looks away. The
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