I will make apology to any recovering alcoholics out there ... the following is not a post you should read.
Rum is good. I really don't care what anyone says ... I am blissfully happy right now. Sitting in my eat in kitchen ... folding laundry and listening to Blue October, Chris Cornell and The Peas ... with a snog or two of rum. Life seems relatively good.
I am not thinking about tomorrow. I refuse to ruin a perfectly good drunken Sunday afternoon with thoughts of Narci and the impending doom of our early morning meeting scheduled for tomorrow. Nope - not thinking about that.
Yesterday went well. Shorty had a good birfday. All of her guests (except for one) showed. They had a ball. I shared sparkling conversation with the other adults - which for me is tough because I am socially stunted. I mean when it is work related, I am a master of conversation ... but when I don't know what my role is ... where I fit in ... I get ... lost. It's pathetic, really.
I fell asleep after dinner last night ... for three hours. Shameful. I awoke in time for the movie the girls were watching to be over. I put them to bed and then Hubs and I sat up until 2:30am. He had a couple of drinks ... I had one. And then I cried ... a whole lot. It's the first time I have allowed myself to cry in a long time. I think that was good. I feel somewhat better today ... even before the two very strong rum and pepsis.
We are going to have home made pizza and birthday cake for my youngest offspring this evening. I need to go and knead the dough and get that started now. She is anxious to open her prezzies from us.
Hope y'all had a good weekend!