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So What?

So What If:

*My So What’s are a day late? I’d like to say the post just didn’t publish as scheduled but honestly I just forgot what day it was. All day yesterday I thought it was Tuesday. Yeah.

*I spend every free minute reading books on my new Kindle Fire HD. I haven’t read so much in…well, ever. I didn’t realize Amazon had so many really good free books. I’ve found some amazing authors that I never would’ve heard of if not for my Kindle. I may do a whole post on books soon. I’m a nerd.

*Matt made me a really yummy White Russian drink the other night and he made it super strong. I got up to go tinkle in the middle of the night and walked straight into the wall. Now I have a huge bump on my forehead, a bruised nose, and a black eye. The check out lady at Walmart tried to slip me the phone number to a battered woman’s shelter.

*I went out with some girlfriends last weekend to celebrate one of their engagements. The details of the entire evening are somewhat fuzzy but I seem to remember something about Tequila shots, some naughty dancing, a stripper named Ralph, and a stuffed panda. Again, fuzzy details. I’m told there are pictures. I’m not yet sure I want to see said pictures.

*I had the worst hangover of my life the next morning. Tequila is the devil.

*It was so much fun to spend the weekend with my girls again. It’s been a long long time since we did a girls weekend. There was a lot of laughter, a lot of liquor, some truth or dare that could’ve resulted in an arrest for indecent exposure, and I cannot wait to do it again for her bachelorette party.

*On the plus side nobody actually went to jail, nobody woke up with a shaved head, and there was no drunk texting. Our husbands might let us do it again. Ha!

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  • Oh boy! I hope your face is feeling better. I am the queen of getting hurt in ridiculous ways, and my hubby’s always worried that people are going to think he’s beating me… I almost gave myself a black eye a few weeks ago (while dead sober), by tripping over a chair in the dark and going face first into the handle of the vacuum cleaner. Luckily I don’t bruise very easily.

  • I love this story about the White Russian! Mostly the part about the clerk trying to sneak you a hotline number, but also that your husband is cool enough to make it for you in the first place ๐Ÿ˜‰

  • So what? So what if I’m so busy with and exhausted by school that I can’t blog at all. You may post whenever you want on whatever day you want. I hereby grant you the permission you are not seeking!

  • It’s so nice to get let go of real life and step back to the you of yesteryear every now and then…at least, until the next morning comes around and you want to crawl under a rock while your kids are begging for pancakes at dark-thirty in the morning!
    I don’t think I could even make it past one shot of tequila anymore. Such a let down.. I know.

  • one tequila, two tequila, three tequila….Floor! ๐Ÿ™‚

    I highly doubt I would survive a girls’ nite out anymore. I am very fearful what this mama might do if finally let out of the cage.
    Do you think it might be awkward for Officer Left Brain to come bail his own wife out?
    And how terrible is it that really I am just thinking if he didn’t bail me out: well, it’s still a night away from the house. ha!