That would be a giant ass cup full of The Vodka. With diet tonic, so just like drinking water… Because my self-induced bought with anorexia has commenced and is in full swing.
Happy Friday, guys! Crazy is coming to town, oops, I mean Mom (for the weekend…, I need a lot more vodka…,) and the Mister and I are going O-U-T tonight. We were going to a schmancy dinner, but we rescheduled that for next week and are going to the movies instead. I cannot wait! (Although, don’t tell the Mister this, but lobster and a nice bottle of wine sounds waaaay better than Avatar…)
Tonight, though, I’m thinking I won’t be the only one that’ll need to get piss poor drunk knock the edge off with some hooch. Crazy Mom will probably need a heaping help of alcohol to go along with her pills… She’s going to have my three, one of which is Hurricane Henry, and my ten-year-old nephew, who Avery bugs the ever living shit out of constantly to play Princess with her… She really quit babysitting when I had two, much less THREE… Then throw a fourth in there?!?! And a fourth that, for some reason, doesn’t want to play Princess with my Princess obsessed four-and-a-half-year-old…
Oh.MY.GOD. the woman will be a wreck. It would not surprise me to find her in a pill-induced stupor wandering the neighborhood in a tiara when we get back home.
Hope you all have an ultra, super fab weekend! Because I’m gonna try my damndest… Maybe she’ll fork over some happy pills.
Now, let me get back to the business at hand… The Vodka.