So. How was everyone’s Saturday night? Did we all survive? As I lay here nursing a killer
hangov… average, run of the mill headache, I wonder – as I so often do – why I am the way I am. And, I give thanks to the gods that be that I did not, apparently despite my best efforts, need that hospital trip after all.
Me, drunk, reaching out to a very confused and angry Opossum: Here kitty, kitty, kitty…
Laying back in my jammies – Check
Pizza delivered – Check
Ben and Jerry’s in the freezer – Check
Kahlúa laced hot cocoa – Double Check!
Horror movie marathon (most definitely of the B variety) on Syfy – Triple Check!
Long-distance friend on speed-dial-texting to mock said B movies – Check!
Does it count if I’m wearing heels and drinking Bailey’s on ice out of a fancy glass à la June Cleaver? Would June Cleaver even drink Bailey’s Irish Cream? I doubt it. Martinis were more her style. Yuck. Although I had a chocolate Martini one time that was kickin’. But nah. I’ll just stick with the Bailey’s. Now, what was I doing again?
Enjoying a whipped-cream laced, Bailey’s infused hot chocolate… Now, let the marathon of Always Sunny commence!
Diligently working through my Saturday “to-do” list. I’m nothing if not committed.