I wanna lay you down in a bed of urine...

I am a virgin to the world of blogging. This is my first time, so be gentle. Most of you know that I am originally from New Jersey. That's just a few hours south of the Bostonian McCoys, for all you geography buffs. Most of you also know that I love music. Even though I have no musical talent, I can really play a mean i-pod. Growing up, one of my favorite artists was Bon Jovi. I will admit, and I'm not afraid to admit, that I still do love a good Bon Jovi song once in a while. One of hits was titled "Bed of Roses". Tisha shares in my liking of Bon Jovi, so she decided to make it a little personal and special. We are house/baby sitting for my boss while he and his wife are on a cruise. We had a long day of swimming and other activities yesterday which tired everyone out. Tisha fell asleep along with kids, so I went ahead and put their little girl, who is one of the cutest little 3 year olds alive, in her bed. We decided to go to bed, knowing we would have to get up a little earlier than our ten-minutes-until-church-starts usual time. We woke up to a little girl climbing into the bed with us making us think it was time to get up. No, she was just telling us her bed was wet. It was only 4 a.m. So, tish was nice and got up and took the wet sheets and her wet pants off and invited her to sleep with us. About two hours later, that Bon Jovi song came to mind only it wasn't the sweet smell of roses hovering in the air. We were laying in a bed of urine. We were pretty tired and i was furthest from the sterile yellow spot that was about three feet in diameter. tish decided to grab a towel, place it under the sheets, scoot the little girl over, move closer to me and get about another hour of sleep. Is that too lazy? gross? I don't know. Yes, I did wash all the sheets later. I don't know if anyone will read this except the McCoys, so I could have just emailed the story to them, but why not just blog. If I learn how to post these things maybe I'll write more. I know there will be times where I'll have to straighten out what Tisha has written. Like, for starters, I have never gotten even somewhat close to hitting an eagle in any round of golf I have ever played. O.k., once in Tiger Woods on the ps2, but not in real life. But, thanks for making me sound good sweetie. I'm done for now. If I don't stop I may become like Tisha and Amberli. until next time......