And how are we all doing after last night? I'm sure each and every one of you ate your traditional St. Patrick's dinner of corned beef and hash, sipped a single beer and turned in for the night after watching a re-run of Cops.
I did not.
Details aside, I believe that Elle said it best when she posted her Facebook status as this:
All. Partied. Out.
Yep. And I didn't even do anything crazy last night.
I think.
Well, the only one who could be sure of that is... that would be... Huh. Come to think of it, I think I was the only sober one.
The Day After
Gary
Elle. On her phone, like usual.
Gary stole someone's jacket. Don't worry. She deserved it.
5 comments:
I want to burn her phone......
Know what, dicks, I was talking to YOU, mom. Trying to coordinate the picking up of the whelps. And Gary was on his phone WAY more than I was in the last two days. What's up now, huh? HUH? Besides, you've heard my kids when I try to talk on the phone. They're like all kids; suddenly it's imperative that they have all of my attention NOW and as loudly as possible. They're like tiny, squeaky freight trains. But less adorable. So my phone conversations take place in the form of texts. What could have been a 5 minutes phone conversation in a perfect world now takes 15 exchanges spread over the course of 5 hours.
Huh. I almost sound defensive. Eff y'all! ;)
Lol!! Love is in the air, I <3 your family! Probably because I love nuts.....
That looks like a baggie of drugs on my coffee table in the pic of the ill-gotten jacket.
Y'all look so at home with massive hangovers.
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