The Luuuuuuuuuuuuurve God Phones

June 9, Ulta's

2:32 pm

Helloooooooooo! I am in good spirits and wearing giant knickers. Yes, Georgia Nicolsen is wearing giant knickers. Jas showed me wear she got hers, some department store on 7th avenue. Interesting, I think not. Anywho, Rosie's new fave word, I am wearing giant knickers, bought some lippy, and now...waiting for Mutti to pick me up. It was a vair vair good day.

Ten minutes later

Mutti came and picked me up. She was acting all strange. "Georgia, you should get a job." A job! Is she mental? Why would I need a job. "Mutti, I don't need a job when you have money!" I was vair proud of myself for this great excuse, but she shot me down by saying that she won't be paying for anymore lippy, shoes, and apparently bras. HAHA! She won't last a day. I'll ask for a new pair of shoes tomorrow.

June 10, bedroom

9:12 am

I totally forgot that today was the day Masimo, the sexy luuuuuuuuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrrve god, was giving me an answer. Please let it be yes!

10:30 am

Mutti refuses to get me new shoes to show off in front of Masimo! She told me to get a job! I won't in a million gazillion years.

11:00 am

Masimo phoned.

"Georgia?" I put on a sexy pussycat voice and said, "Yes Masimo?"

"I would like to meet you tonight. I can pick you up at say, eight o'clock? Is this okay?" I was going on a date with Masimo! YAY!

"One sec," I told him. I'll have to ask Mutti once I am done day dreaming.

"Georgia are you on the bloody phone again?" Vati asked charging into my day dream of showing up in a sexy outfit that I saw at Delia's.

"Yea Vati, with Masimo. Can we go out tonight?" Vati's face lit up at the word 'Masimo.' He nodded and muttered, "What a lovely chap." Oh God, please let Masimo say yes.

"Yes, I can come," I answered. Masimo said a quick good-bye and then I hung up. Time to pick out an outfit! "Vati, can I have some money for a new pair of shoes?"

"No, your mother said you have to earn your own money," Vati replied, chugging down a carton of milk. At that moment, Libby and Sticky came in.

"Babysitter!" she shoved Sticky into my hands and left. Great. Just great. No shoes, and babysitting a stick.