I have no honest excuse for why I've been gone so long. Work, kids, The Hubby, serious television time, yeah..I got nothing. So, to get you updated....since we last spoke, I've celebrated my 31st birthday (starting at 9:00 in the morning with mimosas before work)...my favorite college basketball team won the national championship (Rock Chalk!!)...The Hubby and I have tried Lucid which is the legal Absinthe sold in the USA (dont try it..taste a bit like what you would think canine rear end would taste like)...oh, and I got my first tattoo. Yes, loyal reader, I finally did it. After many years of debating and admiring other peoples, I got my own. An old "friend" and I made a bet on a college bball game, the loser having to buy a pitcher of margaritas. I woke up one Tuesday morning and decided that it was time. So, we went to a local tattoo parlor and I got a quarter size yin yang on my left inner wrist. Then we went out for margaritas after. The tattoo was fine, the margaritas kicked my ass. And as most people say, tattoos are addictive. Now that I"ve gotten one, I'm sure I"ll get more. And I'll probably drink more margaritas..eventually.
Work is good. Actually, work is highly frustrating and I dont get to cuddle up with The Hubby three nights a week cause I have to close the store. But, the paychecks are nice and I enjoy the responsibility.
Farrah #2 had her baby...a little boy. He came one month early..exactly three days before my birthday. And he's beautiful. She goes back to work next week and she's already having separation anxiety. I keep telling the Farrah's that I'm glad I had my kids when I was young and too dumb to know any better.
Okay..the kids are up and I need to get upstairs to the kitchen before armageddon strikes my house. Rest assured dear friends..I'm back. So, until tomorrow...tell your friends.
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"The tattoo was fine, the margaritas kicked my ass."
I get a text message while I am at work around 1pm. "I am Batman" is all it said. I figured hey it is her day off and afternoon, let her get toasted and be Batman. I get home around 5 and one of our crumb snatchers is on the couch watching TV. No Wifey. I yell, "honey I am home" no response. Typically she meets me at the garage door with a big kiss and a hug. The crumb snatcher on the couch tells me, "Mommy is sick and is sleeping" Batman must have had a really good time, because batman was passed out in the bedroom, fully dressed, shoes still on and all. Batman didn't wake up till the next morning. Batman had the Joker kicking her in the head the whole next day.
I love Batman.