*Hiccup*

I have to get this out of the way. I'm so sad that Adam lost. I thought he was adorable. But I didn't watch AI and didn't vote, so I can't be too up in arms about it, though if I hear someone tell me they couldn't vote for him because he's gay, I might get a little ugly.

On to my real topic: what happens when Mommies get drunk.

Tuesday night was our last curriculum meeting for the year. We were supposed to finish the ME BOOK PROJECT OF DOOOOOOOOM! No, I didn't finish. Shut up. I totally have a good excuse. There were margaritas at the meeting, so it is all Jose Cuervo's fault that I failed preschool this year! Damn him!

I actually planned some stuff out and got pictures printed, so unlike the last meeting dedicated to this project, I actually got something done. I was, "productive." Please say that in a British accent, as it makes it sound very important and worthwhile. Not at all like glueing pictures onto construction paper and sticking stickers onto it.

My table got to talking about Farm Town. Four of us are "farmers" which includes the recently infected Andrea (whooo!). Who knew geekiness spreads like a Zombie -borne virus? Anyway, Ramona started popping off and she said something so funny, I snorted margarita salt. Which, may I just say ouch? Don't ask me what she said. I can't remember. Welbutrin and liquor don't mix.

I swore I was going to blog about it, but that's hard when you can't remember what was said. It was hella funny though. You'll just have to trust me.

So that was my Tuesday night. Getting liquored up with other mommies, attempting to scrapbook and laughing my fool ass off about something I no longer remember. I want to say my life is pathetic, but honestly, it was a lot of fun. Aren't you glad I care enough to blog about it?

Hand to God, I haven't had any alcohol since Tuesday. I have no idea why this post is so incoherent. I'm on my meds and everything. I'll be back when I can write something worth reading.