Okay. So. I've had a couple. Okay. Four. I've had four. Cocktails that is. Not cocks. No, just cocktails. Anyway. You're cracking my sh!t up. Seriously. I am at that pretty-tipsy stage where I want to punch things, but instead, you are just making me need to pee on myself.
Which sucks, because these are absolutely my only clean yoga pants. You b!tch.
Why is Austin so far away?
I miss you so much. I want to see your face. And Bean. I would even take a chompy kiss.
Oh, and I hope your Lunesta makes you silly-weepy like rum does me. Misery loves company. ![]()

Re: Ab. Srsly.
I'm not silly weepy, but I do have a screaming baby... who was peacefullly sleeping until I took a Lunesta.
How awesome is that? That's like a pre-release copy of Mario 3 AND a date with Fred Savage all on teh same day.
LMAO, you are out of your mind. Seriously. I love it.


Really though. I hope you don't mind drunk dials. Being the reformed partier that you are, I am sure you've had (and made) your share.
Oh, and I thought we weren't putting up with any more Bean shenanigans like waking up after Mommy takes her sleepy pills!
I'm just butting in to say that, at the moment, I am stone - cold sober. But tomorrow night, I have a feeling I will be drunk dialing TB in an epic way.
Either that, or I will be stuck in the thong/girdle/bodysuit I have to wear under my costume to disguise my waterbed belly and crying about the cat we had put to sleep last year. Quite honestly, my money is on the latter.