I’m not drunk but i might as well be. It takes a fair bit for me to be actually what you would call drunk. I’m not 19 anymore. There’s more than a glass of vomit inducing white wine involved.

That being said, I’m hardly sober and the delete button is in high use the eve. because of typos.

White wine makes me sick if i even drink a drop, by the way. i only drink red.

Here’s what happened:

Dan looked after my neighbour friend’s son while we went running because the boy’s father was away for the day/night. I run with the boy’s mother. We get back and I want to offer friend glass of wine but we have no wine. We are lame assholes. Friend gets wine from her own house.

And beer for Dan. We are out of beer. We are seriously lame assholes.

But I made cookies today. I have that going 4 me.

Blah blah blah (the details are finally boring) and two bottles of wine are drunk. pizza is ett and lo bu the children are weary.

the point is, I can post semi drunk and it does not matter because I am almost alone in this enterpise of blogging.

also, Jacob ripped the new family room curtains off the wall. we did not even give him wine. that’s the kind of GOOD FRIDAY i’m talkin about.

the hell, did i have a point?

dan has gone to bed and i no longer care. i want bed with dan. i wuv dan. dan, i wuv you.

(waves hi to people behind us becase Jacob ripped the fucking curtains off the fucking wall) (seriously) (OFF THE WALL)

SO SLEEPY AM I.