My dear friend Jennifer:
Those cans of drink you left at my house the other day? The Palm Bay Ruby Grapefruit Sunrise? The devil's work. Indeed, they do taste like something totally non-alcoholic. I sucked haf of one back just now in the space of about 10 seconds before I remembered that they DO have booze in them.
Then I drank another.
It's Jack's birthday today. Got Lego Batman for the Wii so I am the best mother ever, for now anyway. And I made a candy cake, again, best idea ever for the kids who's totally sick of cake. Easy easy birthday, though I did have to reach into my superpower stash and come up with plan B when my child declared his favourite food chicken legs. What? I was counting on pizza. Shit - how do you pull that out of your arse at 5 pm? Two words: Chalet Suisse.
Now I have a date - yes, on my child's birthday - and I'm already half cut. Thank you Jenn C. I blame you totally for whatever transpires. And no, it's completely unrelated to douchbag.
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