Saturday, January 09, 2010
It's All About the Numbers, Yo.
I have a houseful of 9 year old girls tonight and I feel the need to imbibe in a little fermented grapes until I'm about a .245.
No, Seriously. I do.
I can think of about 10 other things I'd rather do than head up a slumber party for eight screaming little girls. The first thing that comes to mind is spend 2 hours standing 3 feet deep in sewage.
Therefore, I shall pour myself a tall glass of wine, put a movie on for the beasties, and head to the back bedroom to surf the internet and read a book.
Let the screaming begin!
I just hope nobody gets hurt. Would it count as practicing nursing under the influence if I put a bandaid on a scraped knee after a glass or six of vino? What do you think?