Too much sun!

Last night, after a strenuous day of lifeguarding and swim instructing, I dreamt I was in a horrific fight with my good friend/employer David Beckham. Who knows what the fight was about but it was big enough that I wanted nothing to do with that fucking selfish asshole ever again. But poor Victoria... all she wanted was for us to put our petty differences behind us. Not for the sake of my babysitting career, but for our friendship. I woke up before I had made up but I feel we were moving to resolve things.Anyways, the real point of this story it just to say that when I glanced at this months Vanity Fair all I could think of is how I missed babysitting for Posh and Beck.