Tipsy*

Drunken blogging, anyone? HOO BOY! Let me tell you something about my day. All I wanted, all day – the WHOLE DAY, starting at 10 a.m., was a superfly dirty Ketel One martini with extra olives. If those olives could have been stuffed with blue cheese, there would have been an entirely DIFFERENT LEVEL of excitement going on, but alas, the only place I could convince the husband to go for dinner was Victoria’s Station, and apparently blue cheese stuffed olives aren’t on their menu.

It’s okay. I had a few of their regular ones, extra dirty with extra olives, thank you very much. And a giant steak. And I loved every freaking MINUTE OF IT.

So, four martinis later, I have decided that it really is all going to be okay. We’re going to move, and we’re going to make friends and we’re going to survive. And I am GOING to survive living next to my in-laws, even if my mother in law thinks that the stress related to finding a pad for her dog crate is equal to or greater than that of buying a house and moving across the country. (“I know what you mean about the stress. I was up ALL NIGHT trying to think if I should get the one printed with the bones or the teddy bears!”)

I’m guessing you think I’m kidding about the last part, but alas, I am not. It’s a conversation I wish I hadn’t been a part of, but was. She’s really okay, most of the time, but there are moments. Good lord, those moments.

Stop laughing. Or crying. Or whatever. Because like I said, hey! It’s going to be FINE! And you’re thinking, “Wow! She is TOTALLY DRUNK! And DELUSIONAL!”

And right you are, my friend, right you are.

*today’s song and blog title brought to you by J-Kwon. Care to guess any of the others in Hrmph annals?

17 comments August 5th, 2005