Nannying for the Divorced Dough

About a year after I broke up with Chris yes, *that* Chris, the one who taught

me everything I know about what I don’t want I somehow landed a job as a nanny.

Not for a nice, stable family. No. For another divorced man.

With three kids. I found the ad in the local newspaper, which already tells you this story takes

place in a very specific tax bracket and possibly the mid 90's. I applied,

showed up, and, this is my favorite part used my ex-boyfriend as a reference.

Bold? Yes. Unhinged? Also yes. The dad got a real

kick out of it. He laughed, shook his head, and hired me on the spot.