I stayed up until 1 A.M. drunk posted because I love you and I didn’t want to disappoint The Norwegian Nanny. At the time I didn’t think I was that drunk but in the clear light of day …
Maybe I was?
You can only imagine how happy I felt this morning when Blue decided to get chuffy at sub 6 A.M.
Loony told him to go fuck himself which left it up to me to walk him.
You’d think the big guy would take it easy on me given that I sewed up his favorite dinosaur toy by hand. But no.
He was catlike in his ingratitude.
Last night was epic. It started off with a happy hour that turned into a sausage party, which is pretty much the way it always goes with me.
I planned on having it feel like a kid-free event because they were supposed to stay outside while the grownups sipped wine inside, blissfully shielded from the chaos.
Then came a rain of biblical proportions.
But it was still such a great evening. I totally rolled with the soggy kids, screaming and Nerf guns.
The adults cowered on the porch away from the rain while the kids full on ran around in it.
Kids have to be kids sometime right? Sure they are quieter when they are plugged in to the TV or iPhone, but shouldn’t they be able to run around and be loud? Isn’t that what kids are supposed to do when they get together to play?
I was tickled pink by the chaos, especially since I got to blow off some steam afterwards by dancing my butt off with the Betties.
I was not so thrilled when Blue got me out of bed after a mere four hours of sleep but I begged Tabby to walk with me because I couldn’t face it on my own.
Thank god for Tabby.
The question of the day is how I managed to hurt my butt dancing. Lemony says it means that I’m doing it right.