Well, it's a Sunday morning, bright and shiny, and my head is NOT stuck in a toilet bowl! Joy, oh joy! I think I've found the perfect way to drink on the weekend as I was out on both Friday and Saturday nights drinking, and hardly a smidgen of a hangover... or maybe, I've reached professional status?
Anyway, Friday night was, in order:
1 frozen margarita
1 caramel appletini
1 glass of white wine
1 very large draft Blue Moon complete with squishy orange slice
1 Malibu Rum and Diet Coke complete with squishy lemon (you can't tell me I didn't get my five-a-day fruits in --hell, in drinks alone I had lime, apple, grapes, oranges and lemons! Ha.
Last night was a little more, and I'll try to put the list in order:
2 of my recipe frozen margaritas (I'll post the recipe in comments if you want it, but if you've been a MM reader since the get-go, it's in the archives around last year's Cinco De Mayo).
1 Thinmintini, complete with a chocolate licorce stick tied in a knot (nice touch)
1 Glass of wine
1 Malibu Rum and Diet Coke with lemon.
So, I have found the trick for me... DON'T STICK TO ONE THING; Mix it up! Maybe it confuses the system, or maybe it's all the fruit and fru-fru in each of my cocktails.
For those of you who asked, I no longer want to kick hubby's ass. And there really wasn't a legitimate reason, other than strong PMS symptoms and he was egging me on at the wrong time. See, I am like a little sister to him (except for the fooling around and making out parts, and having children together!) and he is a big teaser, and has been likened to Will Farrell at times, which makes me cringe, but that's besides the point. Anyway, sometimes he just takes his antics too far with me, and sometimes when I'm not in the mood to laugh at his amusing demeanor, I would rather kick him in the ass. So, sorry to disappoint, but my annoyance with him wasn't all that dramatic as some would like to think. He was just bugging the hell out of me that particular day. But I like him today. He's not here. HHAHAHAHAH, just kidding--well, not really, he isn't here--He took the kids to the park.
And, speaking of kids, Darling Diva hath lost that dangling top tooth of hers that has been bleeding off and on for countless weeks. Did any of you see Nanny McPhee--very cute movie--anyway, she's the mystical Nanny from the movie with a major snaggletooth hanging over her bottom lip. Let's just say Diva did a mean impression of Nanny McPhee while that tooth was still stuck in her head.
Yesterday, the phone rang, and I didn't recognize the number (sorry to report it was not an agent begging for the rights to sell my book, but there are a couple out there who have made some great suggestions and I am working on the rewrite and plan on resubmitting my manuscript to them --this comment is just in case any of them are reading my blog, and also, really, I'm not a drunk, and have another novel halfway completed too, so call me!)... Anyway, I answered the call I didn't recognize and it was my mom.
"Where are you calling me from?" I asked.
"MY Cell phone!" She yelled back to me.
"YOU GOT A CELL PHONE?" I screamed, thrilled.
"Welcome to the 1990s a decade and a half late mom!"
Then she was talking to me and driving and she kept having to say hang on, and she put the phone down and I waited as she would turn a corner or something. I think she needs to take a class on cell phone usage while maneuvering a vehicle, but she'll get the hang of it soon. We all do, don't we?
Anyway, that's a short little update, and now since it's quiet here, I may just go back to a little more rewriting...
Hope you all had a great weekend--would love to know what's up in your lives!