Am I a real blogger? I dunno. I manage to pull off five posts a week by the skin of my teeth. Who
reads this crap does this entertain? Thank you Cab-Merlot for the unexpected sassiness. Those of you wondering if I’m writing this at 6:00AM while five sheets to the wind…sorry to disappoint. That was Sunday. And thank God for spell-check.
Also, this is justified justification. Does that make any sense? Don’t worry.
I know you don’t care.
Anyone else bothered by the word ‘panties?’ Thanks Christian Grey.
Holy crap I should erase all of this
shit and start from scratch. But then you probably wouldn’t enjoy it as much. Someone teased me with a Food and Wine quality picture of her cocktail. I replied with a sloppy and blurry picture. Fail. (As I reward myself with another sip of Cab).
I started to make a Confessions post, but realized I didn’t have anything bad to confess. Other than I am drunk. Is there a shame in this? I think not. That may have been a first confession. Yes. Moving on.
I’ve been plenty entertaining to my friend Rachel over at
Postal Postcards from Rachel tonight:
Who says shit like that? I mean, really?
Did you know Rachel’s giving away a Clarisonic on her blog? My pores are as porous as…why even finish that? But seriously, I’m shamelessly plugging this in so that I can get 10 more entries. Rafflecopter, please pick me. I think this post is shame-worthy enough to make me the winner. Confession number two.
How do people know when they’re drunk? Besides the cocky feeling voice inside telling them they should teach all those around the Gangnam Style or Harlem Shake dance? (For a person having two left feet, that’s pretty cocky). I can tell you: my nose goes numb. Yep. That’s my drunkometer. (Confession number 3). For those wondering, my sober husband confirmed it. (It feels cold when it’s numb, apparently. I don’t make up these
shitty rules.). This post is getting more awkward by the minute. That calls for more wine.
I hope this all is making you thirsty on this Winesday. I will probably be back for more wine Winesday evening.
Also, have you taken a look at your Bloglovin account? Apparently, I have 1,700+ blogs to read so that I am in good standing with the blogging world again. You wanna know what I think, Bloglovin? #$%^%&^%^! That’s what.
If I still have your attention, God bless ya with a glass of merlot…or Manischewitz. If you don’t know what Manischewitz is, you’re neither Jewish nor grew up in a Dominican household. I think it’s a good thing I was never an altar server. Did you know they have to finish off all the consecrated wine at the end of Mass? Those kids are the shit.