Okay, I’m not DRUNK per se, but I’ve had a little bit to drink.
3 glasses of wine. Is that more than a little bit? Yeah, anyway, you’re probably thinking, “gee it’s only Wednesday and she’s drinking?!” Um, well, see I’ve had a rough day and I thought that drinking would make me feel happier and guess what? I’m much happier with my 3 glasses of wine in me.
Yellow Tail Shiraz is my friend. Or my boyfriend. No! Wait, it’s my fiance. I want to marrrrrrry it, it’s so good.
So, moving right along…my husband is a fart machine. He brought home his CO monitor from work (carbon monoxide for those of you not married to dorky men who wear CO monitors everyday), and made the alarm go off on it over and over again. He thought he was funny to stick the monitor up to his ass and fart. But me? I did not think he was funny. I thought he was stinky. And very annoying.
Right now he is sitting next to me on the couch waving his water glass at me. He wants more water, but I’m not a maid. He’s also whining because I’m not giving him any sympathy for being sick. He’s right. I’m not.
A minute ago he asked if I wanted to go hop on our sex square. That’s right, people, he called our bed a SEX SQUARE. So, no, I will not be going with him to our sex square. I will go there later to go to bed, but that’s it. No lovin’ for a man whose idea of romance is asking me if I want to go to our SEX SQUARE.
Wow, I just read what I’ve written so far and wow. I’m rambling. Maybe you all think I’m crazy and that’s okay. I am a little crazy. Hopefully you’re laughing, too.
Guess what channel we’re watching right now? If you guessed History Channel, you’re RIGHT. What a flipping surprise, we NEVER watch History Channel. Never, ever, ever. Only EVERY DAY, that is.
At least we’re not watching Mythbusters or Future Weapons. I don’t like those shows. I DO like Alton Brown’s Feasting on Asphalt series, though. He’s really funny and smart. I’d like to hang out with him on his adventures.
Well, I should stop yammering on about God knows what. I’ll post this in the morning maybe, when I’ve had time to look at it and determine if I’m really going to post a “drunk” blog.
I probably will, though. Promise to laugh?
M,kay. It’s morning now. I’ve got a wee bit of a headache. And I’m tired, oh so tired.
Not sure why I felt the need to drink 3 glasses of wine on a Wednesday, maybe it was the incessant whining coming from my husband, or the nap fighting infant, or the really cranky toddler who demands both “choo choo” milk AND “choo choo” water with every meal.
Ahh, yes. That DOES explain my middle of the week drinking binge.