Shall I explain myself? In a way that actually makes sense, I mean?
Saturday night we went out to dinner at a new friend's house (delightful! fabulous! much enjoyed!) and had to get a stop-gap babysitter because it was pretty last minute. I ended up getting the 17-year-old brother of one of the (many) girls I had called to agree to the job.
You see where this is going, right?
I imagined Neville Longbottom in my head.... I mean, really, what kind of 17-year-old boy agrees to babysit three little boys on a Saturday night last minute? Right?! Especially a boy named Oliver!
I go to pick him up and this is what walks out the door:
With a little bit of this thrown in:
Yeah. I wasn't expecting that, either.
Needless to say, I was on my best behavior! But even my husband, as soon as the handsome lad was upstairs with the boys, was like "What the ....? I was not expecting THAT to walk through the door with you. Harumph." [teasing 'harumph,' not a real one]
It came to light over dinner that Oliver has a bit of a reputation in the village... as a looker, nothing more (get your mind out of the gutter, please). It turns out that one of the other 30-something moms, upon finding out that Oliver was our babysitter, actually squealed while clutching her bosom, then heaved a big dreamy sigh. We then giddily compared notes on how adorable he was and giggled like schoolgirls in the process.
......
So that is how I now know what it is like for every husband across the land who has to deal with ridiculously hot, young, almost legal babysitters showing up at their doorstep for babysitting duties. Obviously I'd never act on it. But, lordy, I can't help but let my imagination go just a teensy, eensy, tiny little bit.
Rawr.
Dang did I just see a cougar run by. I swear I did.
ReplyDeleteGreat way to put yourself in your husbands shoes! Hilarious way might I add. Ya'll might be going out a little bit more now '-)
Or perhaps he might go out when you come down with the sniffles and are therefore too sick to be left alone with the boys. But you don't want hubby to miss out so you offer to stay behind with Oliver to mind the children. Hope you've got some nice pj's.
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ReplyDeleteTemptation is a volcano you know!
ReplyDeleteHow high will your temperature go?
I do understand.
Yeah, I get it. But as a now "40 Something" with a 15 year old boy, my feelings towards boys under 30 has taken a fast swerve! Can't go there!
ReplyDeleteYumtastic! Oliver just sounds like a hot name. I can't imagine what someone as dreamy as him would be doing home on a Saturday night.
ReplyDeleteImaginations are meant to be used!!
OMG too funny!! Did the boys like him as much as you? Maybe he can do your lawn I mean garden with his shirt off. Or clean your pool...what no pool thats okay small problem. German boys are not even cute at least that's what my teenager says!
ReplyDeleteSounds to me like Oliver knowsa exactly what he is doing ;)
ReplyDeleteI just am sitting here with a gigantic grin on my face because I could just imagine the shock on your face when the lad showed up at your door.
ReplyDeleteSWOOOOOOOOON!!!!
ReplyDelete(even better if he had more of Taylor Hanson than Zac Hanson, but, well, all things considered...)
Get that young man on babysitter retainer!
Hey now! My son's name is Oliver! Oh well - he may end being a Neville...he's kind of young, so it's hard to say...but he is a nose picker. I do think he'll be a looker though. Based on the toddler flinging that goes on in our own house, I doubt we'll let him babysit.
ReplyDeleteA little Desperate Housewives-ish!
ReplyDeleteRob Pattinson does nothing for me.
ReplyDeleteDude needs to wash his hair.
The boy next door used to be my babysitter for a couple of years. He was cute (he's hot now that he's a grown man... with 3 kids of his own!).
ReplyDeleteOne day, I found empty beer cans in my garage attic. I was all ready to go next door and talk to his mom (I thought he was in my attic drinking when he was supposed to be watching my kids or at least, the TV). My son said, "Uh, mom? It wasn't Nick." Then who? "It was Kristen" (the 8 year old girl in the house behind us)! The kid was taking our beer we had in the garage and either drinking it or dumping it in the attic! When I spoke h to her mom, it was MY FAULT for leaving beer in my open garage where the kids could get it. It was the last time that little bitch was anywhere near my house!
I've been watching a lot of Cougar town lately...just for encouragement (virtual, I assure you!!)
ReplyDeleteImagine how much guiltier we'll feel when it is our own son's friends that look like this.
ReplyDeleteYIKES.
I was going to offer my daughter's services, but I see that now I should offer them to Oliver. . .
ReplyDeleteOh you naughty little minx.. Going english cougar already.. That was funny. Hope all is well. Miss you.
ReplyDeleteMake sure your girly babysitters are REAL plain, from now on...
ReplyDeleteOOOOH! And Oliver makes house calls! My kids are all teens now, but I might need Oliver ...
ReplyDeleteDid you say something about courgars? : )
I meant COUGARS
ReplyDeleteI think I got Oliver-flustered!
Here comes trouble. That poor boy never knew what he was getting into.
ReplyDeleteI personally think that the "Rawr" made the whole post. It just wouldn't have had the same "ooomph" without that! :)
ReplyDeleteThis is just the little something this bored housewife needed to read to keep me on my toes!!
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