Sense and Sensibility…

see: OH so grumpy girl, stomping down the hallway as I nag her to take a shower. (Stop laughing, nana!) How dare I look in her direction, let alone speak in her direction and GOD MOM STOP NAGGING already!

Two seconds into the shower? Singing. Go figure.

hear: Well, heard. The pup, yesterday, after waking up and finding the company we had gone. “Well, where did THEY sleep?” Um, at THEIR house. “Oh. WAIT. You mean we did ALL THAT CLEANING UP just for them to be here for TWO SECONDS?” Pretty much. “Gooooooooosssssshhhhh, mom.”

Oh and, my mom: “So what WAS your fine?” The answer? $580.10. Ahem. And if you really want details, I’m sure somewhere in the last five years of blogging you’ll find it. *L*

taste: The last piece of (well hidden so I could savor it, darnit!) greek pizza and diet coke, aka breakfast of champions. mmmmmm feta cheese! I could eat feta all. day. long.

smell: The now dry, but still stained and kinda stanky nasty carpet from our lovely water leak. It’s odd though, because it’s only occasional, and also? sometimes? it smells like someone lit up a J up in here. Just like, every once in a while. It startled me so much the first time I glared accusingly at the boy, and checked my hidden cache. Nope. Everything was safe and sound – it’s just remnants of years gone by. Hahahaha!

feel: the ooooooh so light and deliciously thin and shiny and new Razr phone I got yesterday for the cool, cool price of $50 bucks and another 2 year commitment. Yes, they are buying my loyalty. No, I don’t feel used or cheap. Easy, maybe…. hee!

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There ya have it. Aren’t ya glad ya asked? (What? You didn’t? Too bad. *g*) Oh, and as a bonus, one of the other publications of the makers of The Sourdough is The Shoestring – frugalness at its best. And you can read my latest there.

What would Meridith (Vieira) Do? (Aka WWMD)

So tonight, in case ya’ll haven’t run by yet (and why haven’t you? her day! it’s almost over!) is Nana Moosie’s birthday! Yay Nana! So tonight, Papa Moosie invited me to tag along for dinner at her favorite restaurant where there they serve Mexican food at it’s finest, as well as lovely marguaritas!

Now, me, being all responsible and shit, I left my kids home alone while I headed toward marguarita-ville.* Well, except one that was at a wild party. ** Anyway, I met the parental units (Aka, Nana and Papa) at the restaurant and we settled in for a good meal and talk and laughter.

And Tequilia. Whee!

So, I asked for my margaurita and the BEST THING HAPPENED! Dude, I totally got asked for my ID! I was so excited, Nana took pictures to commemorate the occasion:

So once it was discovered that I was, indeed, old enough (like THAT was in doubt!) the lovely waitress brought me my maguarita. With tequilia. blended. with salt.

So then, we continued eating, and I filled Nana in on all of the WWMD Playdates and Wine bru-ha-ha and we had a good laugh over the Doctor with the Nanny who’d never drink, and growls over how Meridith bowled over Melissa Summers and stuff. All the while I drank. IN FRONT OF MY PARENTS. Like. OMG PEOPLE. You think maybe I learned that kinda behavior from THEM? Probably at a PLAYDATE?***

So anyway, then it was time for dessert, and the wait staff to come and sing to Nana and bring her ice cream and make her wear the hat – her FAVORITE PART of the whole thing, of course. Well, next to the cutie patootie hottie cook…

And who wouldn’t want to be next to the hot cook, huh? And, for the record, I may not have been the only one drinking – it wasn’t hard at all to imagine this gal with a lampshade on her head!

So then, we finished our deserts, Papa paid, and we headed outside (be sure to ask Nana about the phone number and the hot cook!) and I put my stuff in the passenger seat and Nana went “oh YEAH! You are such a good kid, not driving even though you only had one drink as big as your head!****” And I accepted the praise because hello! Just because my kids have been in bars before and I drink on occasion I can TOTALLY do it responsibly and have a designated driver and shit. So take THAT Meridith Vieira!

And see? The kids were totally passed out when I got home.*****

A night well spent, I think *grins* Happy Birthday Nana!

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*Oh please. The boy is almost 15. More then old enough to babysit.
**Ok, she was just spending the night with a friend. Sheesh people. This honesty stuff…
***The answer would be no – I don’t recall drinking and playdates. HOWEVER! They totally did teach me responsibility. And what kind of tequilia makes for the best margaritas. So there.
****Not quite as big as my head, but for such a fluffy gal, I’m sure a lightweight!
*****Again, not really. They roused when they realized I brought home desert. Totally a bribe for going out to dinner without them. Worked, too! Whoo!

Randomosity

Yes, I know, I use that title a lot. Sue me. Heh!

— What I’ve been working on: Desert Dance Festival. Trust me – it looks MUCH better, even without all the links live. Heh.

— Amusing Searches that brought people here:

things to say when cybersexing
pictures of puddle in carpet
built for comfort boobs
someplace warm to live

Well then!

— SammyJ. I hate you with the heat of a million suns. I am behind, and keep hoping to catch up, and still hate you. I also need ideas for more Sourdough columns. And? He wants a frugal column if I can come up with it too. And my fiction? Blarg. I know I can spit up 5k without blinking when I am motivated. WHY ARE YOU FAILING ME, SammyJ? I hate you. Harumph.

— Found an old friend recently, and he and his new wife are coming to visit, bringing his boys, who I promised not to remind that last time I saw them I was changing their diapers. (not quite the last time – actually they were 7 and 9 the last I saw them I think. They’re now 15 and 17.) At least not often. Heh. Remember the puddle in the middle of the floor? And my always lackluster housekeeping habits? I’m taking bets on how long it takes for the new wife to run screaming and gather her brood with her and demand they never see me again. And thats AFTER I spend the next 36 hours halfheartedly cleaning with the kids. hahhahahah.

— The puddle. Whew, stinky. Mostly up, a little damp, and a lovely stain. Goody!

— Kittens – feeling MUCH better. Annabelle is still voicing her discontent at times, but they are both playing and partaking in the nightly kitty stampede once more.

— Kids. Driving me insane.

— MSNBC: Bite me. Stupid judgemental pricks. (Re: playdates and wine. It’s all the rage around the blogasphere the past couple weeks. If you don’t know what I mean, check Suburban Bliss.)

— New links up there along the top, to blog or not to blog, and A-Z about me. I was bored.

— Me: needs a nap. Stupid Comma.

— Send Chocolate. And alcohol. But mostly chocolate.