FatAss Tuesday

I got the call yesterday again. I get it every year. "Ash Wednesday is tomorrow. It's a holy day of obligation. What are you giving up for lent?"

"Lent and church."

Click...the phone goes dead.

It somehow went right...

It turns out in almost any situation I am a good drunk. The "That's Just Wrong" party was a rockin' good time. I got there and a friend had already cut lime wedges for me.

Let the shots begin... We are tequila snobs. I refuse to do any type of Cuervo tequila. For our money, we've decided that Sauza Hornitos is our best bet. If we had more money, we would be doing Don Julio or Patron but you're just buying the name and not the tequila.

Let the martinis begin... Lately I've stopped my dirties and cosmos and picked up a fancy for chocolate martinis. Vodka, white creme de cacao, a Hershey's kiss and it goes down easy.

Picture this... I have a martini in one hand and I'm eating beef jerky with the other. That's just not right and the point of the entire evening.

Chunks went flying...

I HAD an excessive amount of snow on the roof of my car. When I turned the corner, in a double turn lane, big chunks went flying and landed on another car's windsheild. Oops. I got honked at. The guy was staring at me at the next stoplight waiting for me to look at him so he could bitch more. He was acting like a crazy lady on acid. Some people really need to mellow...

Toothbrush Trash

Oh No! My brother-in-law absentmindedly through my ex-boyfriend's toothbrush away! Erg! He used it to clean their bathroom and thought it was too disgusting to ever use again. I don't think he gets it. It's not how gross it is. It's the meaning of the toothbrush. I use all my ex-boyfriend's toothbrushes to clean the bathroom. That's all they're good for. Right?