Baby Pirates

Sunday I tried seeing "Pirates of the Caribbean" with my friend Ruth and NO GO. It was sold out. Till 9:45pm. Considering I have to arrange my schedeule and Ruth had to work at 7am, Fat Fucking Chance of that!

Instead, Ruth and I went over to BP's and chatted. That was nice. It was getting close to 9pm (Mind you, remember I would still be in the movie at this time. And Pirates is 2 & 1/2 hours and I would've origionally got home around 11pm) my cell phone rings. It's Lee. He is begging me to come home. He has been trying to feed Brandon for the last half hour. Brandon has been cranky for over an hour. *I hear incessant crying in the back ground* Ruth and I leave the restaurant. I must admit, that I took my time. I really wanted to not be rushed, as much as Brandon needed me (And Lee Too!) I wanted to finished my night without rushing frantically home.

I get home. Brandon is screaming in his crib, Lee is holding his head. I pick Brandon up and take him to the bed and he feeds. Once he is latched on, he says "Hmph!" Like we got it was about time we got it right. I was feeding Brandon by 9:15pm. Lee as determined not to call me, as if I was in the theatre. But with the way things went, my leash has just been retracted.

On Monday, K & K came over and we watched a mysterious movie called "Where the Truth Lies" with much nudity and kinky sex. I must say the sex was integral to the film. (Seriously, it was!) The mystery wasns't all that exciting. But the sex was! And kinky Colin Firth RRRRR!

Must go feed my family lunch now.