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It's Just One of Those Things..... EWWWWWW!!
Friday, January 4th, 2008 03:55 pmI have no memory whatsoever of New Year's Eve night, thanks to the Husbandly One serving me this totally evil champagne made by a company called "Toade Hollow" and the champagne, which has a disturbing label with a toad dressed in a can-can costume and doing high-kicks, is called "Risque."
It is unbelieveably good.
I have no alcohol tolerance whatsoever. None. Zippo. Auntie is the world's cheapest date. Anybody can drink me under the table. I don't remember finishing the first glass, though I am told I had two, possibly three. All the Husbandly One will tell me is I did a rather enthusiastic, and extremely snarky, strip-tease for him, crawled into the bed and made sure he saw fireworks... and promptly fell asleep before he could reciprocate. At least, that's his story. I wouldn't know, because... I can't remember it!!
I don't remember New Year's night, either, because we decided to finish off the bottle, and I got squiffed fairly quickly. However, I am apparently capable of baking some really bitchin' double chocolate chip cookies when I'm drunk, though I'm not sure how. And when I asked THO, he just laughs and shakes his head, and the kids start giggling until they're incoherent, so I have no idea what I did or said. No one will tell me what I am like when I am drunk. They either start laughing, or they get horrified looks on their faces and change the subject. The ones who look horrified are also very, very careful to never, ever let me even remotely near alcohol again when I'm around them.
I guess I shouldn't be surprised about the cookies, though. After all, I've been known to bake cookies during a tornado, so... *shrugs* Those came out great, too.
The kids go back to school on Monday, which means back to the routine of making lunches, getting up at an ungodly hour of the morning, dragging reluctant kids from bed and sending them off to school while I go hit the track again. Yay.
I have to hope this year goes better for me writing wise. It's been a difficult year for the most part, as writer's block rears its ugly, pointy little head and my muse departs to unknown locales for fresh prey. Man, I hate that!
Well, I hope that all of you had a good New Year, and that you can remember it, and there are no regrets! Just picture me for now, curled contentedly in a chair with my nose buried in a book, and you'll be almost right!!
Love,
Auntie
It is unbelieveably good.
I have no alcohol tolerance whatsoever. None. Zippo. Auntie is the world's cheapest date. Anybody can drink me under the table. I don't remember finishing the first glass, though I am told I had two, possibly three. All the Husbandly One will tell me is I did a rather enthusiastic, and extremely snarky, strip-tease for him, crawled into the bed and made sure he saw fireworks... and promptly fell asleep before he could reciprocate. At least, that's his story. I wouldn't know, because... I can't remember it!!
I don't remember New Year's night, either, because we decided to finish off the bottle, and I got squiffed fairly quickly. However, I am apparently capable of baking some really bitchin' double chocolate chip cookies when I'm drunk, though I'm not sure how. And when I asked THO, he just laughs and shakes his head, and the kids start giggling until they're incoherent, so I have no idea what I did or said. No one will tell me what I am like when I am drunk. They either start laughing, or they get horrified looks on their faces and change the subject. The ones who look horrified are also very, very careful to never, ever let me even remotely near alcohol again when I'm around them.
I guess I shouldn't be surprised about the cookies, though. After all, I've been known to bake cookies during a tornado, so... *shrugs* Those came out great, too.
The kids go back to school on Monday, which means back to the routine of making lunches, getting up at an ungodly hour of the morning, dragging reluctant kids from bed and sending them off to school while I go hit the track again. Yay.
I have to hope this year goes better for me writing wise. It's been a difficult year for the most part, as writer's block rears its ugly, pointy little head and my muse departs to unknown locales for fresh prey. Man, I hate that!
Well, I hope that all of you had a good New Year, and that you can remember it, and there are no regrets! Just picture me for now, curled contentedly in a chair with my nose buried in a book, and you'll be almost right!!
Love,
Auntie
