I like to say that when I've been drinking. Whenever my feet hit the floor - "Bink!" (in a really high pitched voice)
It's been a crappy bit that I've slogged through and I'm blowing off (heh, I wrote "blogging off") steam tonight.
Sweety grilled me when I came home. He noticed that my blog posts have fallen off lately and thought that I was doing some top secret blogging elsewhere. He didn't know that I've been spending all my free time sleeping and eating cereal instead of blogging.
Christmas songs have been running through my head today. I even caught myself singing some of them. Silver Bells...Silent Night...That song that goes "have a holly jolly Christmas... And then on my way home all I could hear was the "Gin and Juice" song by Snoop Dogg. I leaned way back in the seat of my SUV and pretended that I was a gangster on my way home.
I might look up what to drink gin with. (Hey, Mike! How do you drink yours? For real.) I held a bottle in the store tonight but didn't get it because I've never drank it before and didn't know how to drink it. I stuck with what I know. Tequila.
Yum. Must find food. And more tequila. And I need to corner Sweety to pet.