Lucky Number 17

Whoa, finally back from*achem* sabbatical *achem* in Rome, and let me tell you do I have dish for you. I know the withdrawl has been painful, like when someone pries the crack pipe out of Amy Winehouse's hands for a whole hour and a half - brutal. Anyhoo, I think I last left ya'll hanging on whether Jordan would get her nannying job - and I'm here to say, move over Julie Andrews, there's a new nanny in town. That's right, with a little of her wit and some clever maneuvering, Jordan passed her drug test with flying colors. I had faith in you all along, Jord (god help the children)! With a good solid month under her belt, Jord's finally got this thing down - Mommy and Daddy coulnd't be less attentive to the kids, little Johnny worships the ground she walks on, and Jord's just recently met the family's illusive (aka away at an east coast preppy boarding school) 17 year old son. Now is it just me or have 17 year olds gotten way hotter since I was in high school? After having brutally rebuffed several of 17's advances, I think these must have been the very same thoughts going through Jordan's head, when she finally hooked up with him in the study of the kid's house. How very Atonement of them.

With Mommy and Daddy on vacation and little Johnny already all tucked in, who could blame 17 for wanting to spend his Saturday night hitting the books instead of hanging out with his little friends. I could take this whole teacher-student pun, analogy thingy a long way - believe me - but I'll spare you. Oh, Jord...what are we going to do with you? I hope 17 didn't leave your babysitting money on the nightstand. Well, it's only a matter of time before Jord's nanny diary is found and creates some good ole fashioned nanny drama. Till then...