Uh Oh. It all started innocently enough. After Mass tonight (Princess Coco and Princess LuLu went with me!) the lovely neighbors called and said, "Come over and have dinner, everybody's coming". Since there is literally no food in this house, and the neighbors are lovely, we went.
It was at Bambi's house. Sissy, Chi-Chi, their husbands and children and me (and the royal family) were all there. I can't say Lovely enough. However, one of the Bobs (did I mention that Bambi, Sissy and Chi-Chi are all married to men named Bob?) decided it was a great night for a delicious pear martini. Yum, right? Yum. Yum. Yum. It slipped down so nicely. I thought I would have another, and it too slipped down quite nicely. Slip. Slip. Sloshhhhhhhhhhhed.
Drunk! The mother of three children and a respectable unemployed HR person....So, I did what anyone would have done in my position. I drank a Mike's Hard Lemonade. me slow down. Yikes. I was literally passed out by 8:30pm. I awoke at 1am to find all three children asleep and cuddled around me as if afraid I was dead, although one of them may have had me in a choke hold. The King was fumbling around in the bathroom and frankly, not so thrilled with me. No sympathy from him, rats.
Since sleep is out of the question (and I need to drink roughly 17.9 gallons of water to rehydrate) I am blogging my little heart out to you....and according to my statistic's page there are a few of you out there.