What do I do there are all these 7-year-olds gathered outside my house harassing my cat through the window. They rang the doorbell earlier and have sort of just been messing with the perimeter of the house.
First day of my new job tomorrow. Sort of nervous.
I sell food from a cart at a German-themed water park.
I can tell right now that hilarity is going to ensue, and I fear it will ensue in the form of swarming bees, filling the shaved ice cart.