Whackadoo Hangover

So the preacher's kid is in my back yard as I stumble out the back door in my sloppy pj's and pony tail with no bra/make up to holler the dog back in...at 4 PM...after unsuccessfully trying to nurse a rum headache for most of the day. And he wants to have a conversation with me... and pet the dog...and tell me sh*t... and I'm clutching my old stretchy v-neck sleep shirt just trying to keep my boobs from popping out as I mumble and nod sumpin' unintelligible before slamming the door in his face mid sentence. Laws...

So even though I have a rum-skull-buster of a headache, playing Whackadoo Bingo with the ladies was SOOOOOO WORTH IT. Oh, and just to put your mind at ease, I did get rid of the "drug" evidence on the back patio which lil brother found and reported on at the last lady party... i.e.: an ashtray filled with cigarette butts. I tell you what, the Red Ribbon Week at the elementary school is really killing all the grown-up fun 'round these parts.

In other exciting news: I am already thinking about getting out the CHRISTMAS CRAP! I know, right?!? Screw Halloween and all that ugly black-death-sh*t. I bought myself a hand crafted gourd Santa at the local craft fair, and I am ready to get out the freakin' jingle bells-just as soon Mr B gets home from camping with the boys this weekend. Y'all know he's gonna be thrilled...