Burbank Baby moves in with my brother, Mr. Hollywood. Well, kind of moves in, actually she is the office mascot until she has enough money to move out.
She is now employed, kind of, as an assistant/secretary/office guru/organizer/sponsor/geek squad/girl Friday in an office on the 20th floor.
She informs me she has never been in an elevator over three stories and has vertigo for 10 minutes after she arrives on her floor each morning. None of the office doors are marked but lucky for her she was a great art history student and remembers that her office sits next to the Degas painting.
So here we go....
One Ringy Dingy,
Two Ringy Dingy,
"I had a hard day at work, so I took my book, ipod and pillow to the back and fell asleep. I just woke up and I'm locked out of the office on the back patio, three floors up!"
The staff when leaving the office locked up and didn't think that Burbank Baby might be asleep out back. Who would?
We go to Money Bags (rich daughter) who has the iphone with text messaging abilities. She texts Mr. Hollywood in class.
I LOVE STILL BEING NEEDED!
Editorial note, all photos were done by Money Bags (rich daughter).