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24 FACTS FOR 24 DAYS OF CHRISTMAS

I know you all are so excited to learn more about me…quit laughing, I hear you….STOP!

1. Wrapping paper or gift bags? Who has time to wrap?? Geesh, what am I- super mom? No, seriously though- Santa doesn’t wrap presents at our house. He leaves them in 4 distinct piles with the kids stockings in the front. I found these great stockings with little chalkboards on the front that we write the kids names on so they know which pile is theirs immediately. Each stocking is different- we have a santa, a snowman, a reindeer and an elf. Each child gets one gift from us (the parentals) and I wrap those for under the tree. Matt and I wrap our gifts to each other. The kids gifts from my parents and my sister are also wrapped under the tree….cause I always pick them out, buy them, wrap them and then THEY get the credit….the things we do for family.

2. Real tree or Artificial? Artificial, two of our kiddos have seasonal allergies and the real trees seem to set them off with asthma issues.

3. When do you put up the tree? The first weekend in December, so we’re doing it this Saturday. The kids are so excited. Matt, not so much since he is the one who has to climb in the attic to haul it all downstairs. Just call him the Jackass…er, I mean the pack mule. No really, that’s what I meant to say.

4. When do you take the tree down? By the time January rolls around and I’ve spent a full month trying to keep children from knocking down the tree or stealing the ornaments or eating the fake candy canes….I am sooooo ready to take down that tree.  So we normally pack away our Christmas decor the first weekend in January.

5. Do you like eggnog? Can’t have it, severe lactose intolerance in my nursing son and myself keeps me from enjoying such wonderful delicacies. And don’t bother telling to drink Soy Nog. It’s not the same. No matter how much Rum you add to it.

6. Favorite gift received as a child? Cabbage Patch preemie doll…oh how I loved that doll! I still have it and now Maia plays with it.

7. Hardest person to buy for? Hmmm. Nobody really.  I always know what to get Matt, usually because he’s been dropping hints for months. And both sets of grandparents get a photo book from the year. And our siblings get a nice bottle of wine. So I guess really it’s the kids teachers who are the hardest to buy for.

8. Easiest person to buy for? All of my kids.

9. Do you have a nativity scene? We have the Little People one. I love it.

10. Mail or email Christmas cards? Snail mail. Nothing better than getting a Christmas card in the mail. I do photo cards every year. I start in October trying to get a good picture of all four kids and by the time December 10th rolls around I scramble to pick one where nobody is crying, everyone is kind of looking near the camera and nobody has their finger in their nose. Seriously.

11.Worst Christmas gift you ever received? I can’t think of one. Matt is very good at gift giving. He knows exactly what I like and he hits the mark every year.

12. Favorite Christmas Movie? I have 2. I adore National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation. It’s hands down my favorite Christmas movie because I can see my family in the movie. That is my life folks. My other favorite is A Christmas Story. I remember watching it with my family as a kid and it’s just become a tradition. The kid with his tongue stuck to the flag pole still cracks me up to this day. Mainly because it brings back vivid memories of me talking my sister into trying it. Ahhhh, the memories.

13. When do you start shopping for Christmas? I hate crowds and I’m not real fond of people either(I know, shocking isn’t it?) so I start early. I’m completely done already and have been done for weeks. The kids gifts are safely hidden away and Matt’s is hidden at my sister’s house cause he’s a way bigger snoop than the kids.

14. Have you ever recycled a Christmas present? It depends on the gift giver and who the new recipient would be.  I try to make sure the original gift giver will never ever find out I have re-gifted something given to me. Usually I donate anything that doesn’t fit or I don’t need or want unless it’s something that I know is perfect for someone else and then I wait for a birthday to regift it to them.

15. Favorite thing to eat at Christmas? We do a Christmas brunch. My parents come every year and so does my younger sister who lives right near us. I make a French Toast Bake and a Breakfast Casserole. My sister makes Biscuits and Gravy. It’s soooooo good. Matt and I host Thanksgiving at our house and usually have around 30 people. I just can’t take another huge dinner production so close so we started a new tradition a few years ago.

16. Lights on the tree? White lights. And they must twinkle. The twinkling lights keep small children quiet, with wide eyed wonder, as they stare slack jawed at the tree for hours. It’s like Baby Prozac. If the twinkling stops, or heaven forbid, the strands of lights get off sequence- chaos ensues and that Baby Prozac turns into Baby Crack.

17. Favorite Christmas song? Ooh, I love them all. I turn on the Christmas music right after Thanksgiving and we listen to it until January. I love the ones that send me back to childhood- like Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer, Silent Night, Frosty the Snowman…. I love singing them with my kids.

18. Can you name all of Santa’s reindeer’s? Tequila, Gin, Rum, Vodka, Prozac…..isn’t that how the song goes?? Is that just in my house??

19. Angel on the tree top or a star? We have an angel. My mom gave us the angel from my childhood and the kids love it.

20. Open the presents Christmas Eve or morning? The kids open their traditional Christmas PJ’s on Christmas Eve after we come home from church. I buy them matching PJ’s every year to wear on Christmas morning. Makes such cute Christmas morning pictures. I usually tuck a small little gift inside the PJ’s for them to find each year. They also each get to open their Christmas ornaments and put them on the tree on Christmas Eve. Every year since they’ve been born (or placed here for the adopted ones) I have bought them an ornament that reflects what they liked that year. Transformers, Dora, Thomas the Train…we have an eclectic tree each year. This year it’s Star Wars, Batman, Wall-E and Elmo.

21. Most annoying thing about this time of the year? The sense of selfishness that seems to prevail. I hate that. I want my kids to know what the season is REALLY about and not just to expect huge globs of presents. We used to do large, extravegant Christmas mornings complete with a ton of gifts that the kid didn’t really need or necessarily want. Now we do 3 gifts per child from Santa, 1 gift from Matt and me, and 1 gift from their siblings. Then they get a good gift from my parents and my sister (remember I pick them out, buy them, wrap them and put them under the tree- of course they’re good gifts).

22. Favorite ornament theme or color? I used to have a theme. I used to do a gorgeous tree with burgundy and gold accents. Oh, it was so pretty. Sigh….now it’s all about the kids. But, as my mom reminded me last year, the joy on my little one’s faces when they pull out their favorite ornaments is what it’s all about. I see the same joy on their faces that I remembering feeling as a child when mom pulled out all of our homemade ornaments. And that’s what it’s all about. One day I will have a theme again and I’ll be sad that there are no more kids ornaments on our tree.

23. Favorite for Christmas dinner? We just do our Christmas morning brunch and then maybe some appetizers for later in the day. That’s it. Simple and fast so we can enjoy the day as a family instead of slaving in the kitchen all day long. I remember my mom having to rush from watching us open our gifts to cooking like a madwoman for Christmas dinner. She told me long ago not to make the same mistake. Enjoy the day, enjoy my kids, enjoy my family…that’s what Christmas should be about.

24. What do you want for Christmas this year? Nothing. There’s nothing I need. I’d rather save the money towards our family vacation in the spring. Matt will get me something small- probably some new perfume or something useful- like a new coffee pot. I got him a Digital photo frame for his new office at work. Matt, if you’re reading this- pretend to be surprised or next year you get ex-lax brownies. A couple of years ago we got a joint gift- a 46″ HD TV for the family room but this year there’s really nothing that we need.

So there you go- more than you ever wanted to know about my family.



20 THINGS YOU DIDN’T KNOW ABOUT ME

20 very interesting, enormously important facts about me.

1-Were you named after anybody: Yes. I’m named after my grandmother on my mom’s side. Coincidentally, my aunt is also named after my grandmother. Very interesting at holiday gatherings- never knew who people were yelling at.

2- What’s your favorite lunch meat: Roasted chicken breast, thinly sliced.

3- If you were another person, would you be friends with you: Hell yeah! I’m awesome, who wouldn’t want to be my friend?

4- Do you use sarcasm alot: Who moi? Never. Sarcasm is a state of mind. Punks.

5- What is your favorite cereal: Cinnamon Toast Crunch, hands down!

6- What is your favorite ice cream: Mint Chocolate Chip

7- Do you think you are strong: Physically or mentally? I guess I’m strong physically…for a chick. I know I’m strong mentally. You have to be to put with all the shit that comes with adopting from foster care.

8- What is your least favorite thing about yourself: Just one? I’m a huge procrastinator. Like HUGE. Like REALLY HUGE. I’m also kind of bitchy…but I kind of like that about myself.

9- What was the last thing you ate: Jack in the Box plain hamburger with tomato and some curly fries….I know, how boring. But I’m still nursing my son and he’s severely lactose intolerant. So nothing yummy for me for another few months.

10- If you were a crayon, what color would you be: Hmmm. I’d be Red. But my kids like red so they’ve probably stepped on me a few times, now I have a huge crack in the middle and my lower half is just hanging there waiting to be torn the rest of the way off. Screw it- I’ll be that funky marigold yellow, my kids hate that color.

11- What is your favorite scent: Harvest spice, pumpkin, anything autumn.

12- Favorite sports to watch: NFL Football, College Basketball, National Team Soccer(men and women). I’m a cool wife- crack me a beer and hand me a pom pom.

13- What is your hair color: My real one? It’s been so long, I can’t remember….some shade of brown…

14- Do you prefer scary movies or happy ending movies: Toss up. My life is a scary movie. I hate sappy ending movies, I always wind up wanting to bitch slap the whiny main character. If you’re in the theater and hear a chick screaming “Pull up your big girl panties and shut the hell up”….well, it’s probably me.

15- What is your favorite food: Grilled sweet potato smothered in butter, caramel sauce, marshmallows and brown sugar. My mouth is watering and my jeans are getting tighter just thinking about it.

16- What is the last movie you watched: Wall-e….I don’t remember the last grown up movie I watched…

17- Do you prefer summer or winter: Neither. Hate to be hot, hate to be cold. I like spring and fall, but definitely prefer fall the most with all the purty colored leaves.

18- What is your favorite dessert: I have a sweet tooth, I like them all. But my absolute favorite that I would kill for is Egg Custard Pie. I haven’t had one in YEARS because not only is my kid lactose intolerant, I am too.

19- What is your favorite book: I have a few favorite series. The In Death series by J.D. Robb is a definite favorite of mine. It’s Nora Roberts writing as J.D. Robb and the main character, Eve, is JUST LIKE ME! I want to be her when I grow up. Plus she’s married to a smokin‘ hot Irishman and who can resist that? My other fav series is the Stephanie Plum series by Janet Evanovich. If you like to laugh out loud while you’re reading, this is the series for you. Stephanie Plum is a bounty hunter….a really bad one. She has 2 love interests- Joe, the hot sexy cop and Ranger, the smokin‘ hot bounty hunter extraordinaire. Hmmmm, handcuff me baby!

20- What are your favorite TV shows: Dora, Max and Ruby, Backyardigans, Wonder Pets….wait, those aren’t my favorite shows. They’re just the shows I actually get to watch without interruption. Insert sarcastic eye roll here. MY favorite shows are True Blood on HBO, Criminal Minds, Sons of Anarchy, Army Wives…..I might watch too much TV.

So there you go, 20 previously unknown facts about me! Now wasn’t that interesting?



Repair Men Should Fear Me

Let me tell you a story. About the day the air conditioning decided to go kaput. Why did it go kaput, you ask?! Because that day was roughly the same temperature as the surface of the damn sun, that’s why. Seriously, it was supposed to be 103 degrees that day, at only 10am it was already 88 degrees in our house. I gave serious consideration to becoming a nudist. The kids were all lying around looking shell shocked at the lack of cool air. And of course, it was my day to host playgroup. Jenna was the only one who still came after I made the ‘it’s hotter than hell in my house’ phone calls. She suggested that I call Matt. His response- “Call the repair man.” Thanks for the help Matt.

See, here’s how it works in our house. If an appliance breaks- Matt deals with it. If the water heater floods- Matt deals with it. If a baby is shooting puke out of one end and shit out the other- I deal with it. If I forget dinner is on the stove and start a small kitchen fire- I deal with it….well technically the fire department deals with it- Station 9 has a real quick response time and some total hotties working there(which has nothing at all to do with why we’ve had 3 small kitchen fires in the past year). I digress….

So, what I’m trying to say here is that Matt does appliance and household issues. I do baby clean up and start fires. I am unequipped to deal with repair men, I don’t speak stupid and it seems that the repair men who come to my house are the epitome of stupid. I think Matt hires them that way so he can get an afternoon of entertainment, watching them try to fix shit while he sits back and drinks beer. I, on the other hand, find nothing entertaining about a grown man who speaks entirely in grunts and feels the need to show his ass crack to the world. Sigh….Anyhoo, Matt gave me the number of the AC repair man and wished me good luck. I swear I heard him chuckling as he hung up the phone. Bastard.

“Hullo, this is ABC Repair(name changed to prevent a lawsuit). Can I help you?”

“Yes, my AC has gone out and I wanted to schedule a time for repair.”

All-righty, I can schedule you for a service date next Thursday at 10am.”

“Seriously? By next Thursday we’ll all be basted, roasted and ready to eat.”

“Well that is the first available time ma’am.”

“Are you sure? Cause if I recall correctly, you people were just out here to repair our AC less than 2 months ago. Apparently you did a shitty job because it’s broken again. Now, why don’t you check your schedule again before I get pissed.”

“Ma’am, I’ve already told you…”

“Now let me tell YOU something- if you can’t find a repair man to come out here to my damn house today, preferably before it reaches 103 degrees indoors, to fix my damn AC then I will be forced to drag my ass down to your office and let me tell you something- you don’t want me to have to come down there.”

Ummmm, hold please.”

10 minutes of bad hold music…….

“Ma’am, a repair man can be there today at around 11am.”

“Thanks, I look forward to seeing his ass crack. Have a nice day.”

So we waited…..and waited and finally just as we were nearing heat stroke of epic proportions, the repair man showed up, complete with ass crack showing. Sigh….I showed him where the AC unit was and left him to do his thing. I think 11 seconds elapsed before I heard him calling for me. I walked in and was greeted by ass crack. If they’re going to show some ass crack, the least they can do is be worthy of eye candy status. Sigh….

Ass Crack Charlie: Missy, I think this here unit is just shot.

Me: What does that mean in English?

Ass Crack Charlie: Well, you might need to replace the entire unit. It’s leaking from the BLAH BLAH BLAH….(I stopped paying attention at the first BLAH- I don’t speak appliance repair)

Me: How much is a whole new unit?

Ass Crack Charlie: Probly somewhere round near $11,000. Scratching his ass crack and then his head.

Me: 11,000 damn dollars?! That better come with a hot, half naked man to fan me while feeding me grapes.

Ass Crack Charlie: Grunt. Grunt.

At this point my neighbor Chelley, who had arrived sometime in the previous few minutes and was watching with Jenna from the doorway, made a small noise of distress, gave herself the sign of the cross and left the room quickly. She knew, she could see what was going to happen. I could see it in her eyes- she was envisioning me chasing Ass Crack Charlie down the damn street with a wrench. She didn’t want to have to testify against me in court.

Me: Well, I’m calling Matt and you can explain all this to him.

Ass Crack Charlie: Grunt, grunt.

I called Matt and after gracing him with a few choice words, let him deal with Ass Crack Charlie. The conversation took less than 5 minutes and then Ass Crack Charlie hung up chuckling. What the hell?! Are they long lost friends now or is it some weird testosterone thing? I left the room, shaking my head and muttering obscenities about men and their stupid repair monkey’s.

Not even 15 minutes later, Ass Crack Charlie appeared in the doorway.

Ass Crack Charlie: All done. It’s a workin just fine now.

Me: I thought you said we needed a whole new system for $11,000!

Ass Crack Charlie: Laugh…grunt, grunt.

Me: Let me guess. You saw a woman, figured I was stupid and you tried to screw me. Son of a BITCH!

Ass Crack Charlie took one look at my face and took off out the door with me in hot pursuit, wielding a wooden spoon like a samurai sword. Never have you seen an over-weight redneck’s ass crack run so fast. I’m no longer allowed within 500 feet of Ass Crack Charlie. Bastard.



The Reason There’s No Dog Poo On My Walkway

Let me tell you a story. It’s not a story for the faint of heart. Right after we moved into our house I became friends with a neighbor, Chelley. She’s fun in a less psychotic way than Jenna. Having Chelley as a neighbor turned out to be the very best thing that could have happened on our street. She sees the humor in situations the same way I do. Of course I do see her shake her head, give herself the sign of the cross and mutter in tongues occasionally but that’s to be expected around our house. She’s positively unflappable, a great character trait to possess when dealing with our family. Lesser people would have been driven insane by now, Chelley just takes it all in stride. Which is good thing, considering how my morning started out one particular day.

I should start by telling you that I have a long standing feud with the jerks who live down the street. We live in a nice neighborhood, gated and fairly affluent. The kind of neighborhood where it is not acceptable to allow your mangy little mutt to take a dump on your neighbor’s walkway every freakin’ morning. This had been going on for over a year before the fateful day. I had written nice notes, I had called the city, I had begged the homeowner’s association….that little mutt still took a dump on my walkway every single morning. This particular morning however, was the last straw. I was running late for a hair appointment and rushing out the door. I was busy trying to dial my phone and wasn’t watching where I was going. One second I was walking, the next second I was flat on my butt on the front walkway.

I sat there for a moment, shell shocked and confused. Then the smell hit me. Dog Crap. I looked around but didn’t see anything. Of course I didn’t- cause I was sitting on it. Apparently I made the grand mistake of actually setting foot onto my own front walkway without scanning for piles of dog crap first. My high heel hit the shit and then the shit hit the fan. After gingerly moving my extremities to make sure nothing was broken, I levitated levered myself off the ground in a full rage. Chelley, who was drinking coffee on her front porch, looked horrified and was crossing herself so fast that her right arm was a blur. Quivering with rage, I surveyed the damage. My fabulous new shoes- the left one was covered in dog crap and the right one was all scuffed up from the fall. My purse had splatters of dog crap all over the front and my skirt was coated in a layer of crap. I just bought this skirt. I paid way too much for it because I fell in love with the way the skirt made my backside look great and the top that matched conceals the floatation devices on my chest. Now it was covered in dog poo. I could actually feel the smoke coming out of my ears, I thought that was just a myth- it’s not. I stared down at the smeared dog poo on my front walkway for a moment before taking off across the lawn towards the neighbor’s house. Of course, by the time I arrived on their front stoop my poo covered shoes were decorated with bits of wet grass because I neglected to take into account that wet grass sticks to dog poo. Lovely.

I bypassed the doorbell, opting to beat on the front door with my shit covered shoes fists instead. I waited, tapping my crap covered shoe on the stoop. A few minutes later the door was thrown open by the man of the house, and I use the term man VERY loosely here people. Girlyman Greg is about 5 foot 6, weighs slightly more than his poodle and uses terms like “dah-ling”. His wife-Lumberjack Laura- is around 6 foot 3, weighs slightly less than a killer whale and has more facial hair than a Sasquatch. A match made in heaven.
Anyhoo, Girlyman Greg answered the door holding the poodle, who I could have sworn was smiling at me. I find it slightly obscene that this poodle has a better wardrobe than I do. On that particular day she was wearing a hot pink leopard print dress complete with taffeta ruffles and a rhinestone studded collar. What the hell?! They do know this a DOG, don’t they? If I was this animal, I would so totally throw myself under the wheels of a large SUV just to escape the indignity of wearing a hot pink taffeta ruffled dress. Seriously folks, what is the world coming to here? I digress…

Girlyman Greg: Can I help you with something?

Me: Your freakin dog left crap on my door step this morning. How many times do we have to have this discussion?

Girlyman Greg: Dah-ling, I think Lola just loves your yard. She’s makes a beeline for it every morning. I just can’t run fast enough to catch up to her.

Me: Perhaps you should consider wearing something other than spandex bicycle shorts, they are obviously restricting blood flow to your legs and slowing you down. I swear, if you don’t keep that fluff, taffeta wearing rat off my property I’m going to be forced to take desperate measures.

Girlyman Greg: Are you threatening Lola?

Me: Nope. I’m threatening YOU. Keep that damn dog off my property.

I turned around to march back to my house and the heel broke off my shoe. Fantastic. So instead of the dignified exit that I had planned, I limped back to my house with my head held high. I was late to my hair appointment, had to reschedule and pay a $35 cancellation fee.  My hairstylist refused to accept my dog crap on my front stoop story and took no pity on me. I spent the rest of the day plotting the demise of my neighbor.

When I arrived home I had finally calmed down to almost see the humor in what had happened that morning. I stepped out of the car and as I walked up to my door I saw it. A huge, fresh pile of steaming dog crap. Right in front of my front door. You have to be kidding me!! That was the last last straw. The war had begun. I let loose with a stream of curse words that had Chelley, who was again drinking on her front porch, crossing herself and muttering in tongues. She knew that hell hath no fury like a woman with dog crap covered shoes. As she left for the grocery store, she slipped me a 50 dollar bill with the instructions to put it towards my bail. I love that woman.

I had a plan. A good plan. A plan that required the help of friends who are just as unbalanced as myself. I called Jenna and Kari for back up. I really wish Matt had taken a picture of the 3 of us that night, but he refused to get involved- plausible deniability or some such shit like that. Anyhoo, we waited until after dark. Dressed all in black, carrying a small brown paper bag, we crept over to the neighbor’s house. Not exactly stealth-like considering Jenna fell over a bush and Kari twisted her ankle in a hole. Sigh…we waited in the bushes until we were sure that all was quiet on the block. Then, heart pounding and palms sweating, I crab walked up to the front door. Incidentally, nobody ever told me how hard it is to crab walk up the sidewalk. My thighs were burning by the time I reached the front door. I placed the crap filled paper bag on the doorstep, lit that puppy on fire and rang the door bell. Then I took off running like a bat out of hell, laughing hysterically all the way and dive rolling over the bush to join Jenna and Kari. Together we crouched behind the bush, giggling like school girls, waiting for the show. We didn’t have to wait long. A few seconds later, the door was flung open and Girlyman Greg stood there. We heard a shriek, then “Son of a bitch” and saw Girlyman Greg stamp out the fire with his flip flop. Oh it just doesn’t get any better than that. Crap flew out of the bag and covered his foot. Sweet! Jenna was laughing so hard she could barely hold the video camera steady. Kari fell over laughing and tinkled in her pants. I watched in open mouthed delight as Girlyman Greg hopped around on one foot, hot crap dripping off the other one. Revenge is sweet my friends. We sat and watched, bodies shaking with silent laughter, until Girlyman Greg went back inside and slammed the door.

He took his crapping little dog to someone else’s house the next morning.


Never Do Karaoke Drunk

Let me tell you a story. A story about why I don’t do karaoke drunk. One night Jenna decided at the last minute that she was going to host an impromptu Girl’s Night for several mom’s. It had been a helacious few weeks for several of us and we really need the break. She invited our usual partners in crime- Kari, Hanna and Cat- plus 2 other women that she knew from work who I am quite confident will never go out with us again. We planned to go out to dinner and see a movie. You know, a typical low key, mature mom’s night out. Well, anytime Jenna is involved plans tend to go awry….quickly and often with disastrous consequences. That night was no exception.

The evening started out innocently enough, we all met at a local bar. Jenna chose the bar, which should have been my first clue. Apparently she heard that they offer karaoke and thought it sounded like fun. Well, as we soon found out- let’s just say they cater to men, if you get my drift. We arrived before it got busy. We sat at a table, not the bar. Not sure why that point matters, but I feel I must point it out- especially considering how the night ended. Anyhoo, I was on my best behavior and only ordered one drink….at a time. We were a fun bunch! We ate dinner with minimal outbursts of laughter, had a few more drinks and flirted with the guys at the next table. Cat is a loud gal with an ample cleavage and a small shirt. She hit on at least a gazillion men through out the evening and she always started with “Well bless your heart sugar.” Don’t let the Southern Lady act fool you, that chick can knock back some tequila shooters.

By the time the karaoke started, we were well on our way to feeling no pain. I, in general, think that karaoke is a bad idea and when you’re drunk- it should be illegal. There is not enough alcohol in the entire state to get me up on a stage to sing, ain’t gonna happen folks. The same cannot be said for Kari, Cat and Jenna however. They stumbled up on the stage, still holding their drinks while Hanna and I contemplated the wisdom of running for the door. The dude on stage tried to get them to put their drinks down and he almost lost an eye when Cat waved her hand in his face with her 2 inch long red nails. In fear for his life, he let them keep the drinks. After several moments of studying the song list they were ready. They each took a microphone and started dancing before the music even started. It all went downhill from there. They chose to sing “It’s Raining Men”……in a gay bar…..sigh….Everyone seemed to be enjoying the drunken performance- or at least nobody was throwing half eaten burgers at their heads. Then it happened.

Cat tripped over her own drunken feet and in her desperate attempt to not fall on her ass, she latched on to Kari. All this did, was drag them both down off the stage. They landed ass first on top of a table of 5 men. Kari slid boneless to the floor but Cat landed in the lap of one of the men. In an effort to keep from falling in the floor, she grabbed onto the first available item to haul herself back up. Unfortunately, that item was attached to some guy’s lap. He shrieked and jumped about a foot in the air, but Cat held on like she was riding a mechanical bull and going for the 8 second count. When this poor man finally unlatched her hand from his crotch, she fell flat on her face on the floor. She jumped up screaming “I love weiner. I’m a weiner lover.” Sigh….you just can’t take us anywhere.

Jenna is laughing so hard that she wet her pants, which just made her laugh even harder. Poor Hanna looked ready to crawl under a table to avoid being seen with us, her face was bright red and she refused to look up from her basket of french fries. Jenna finally stumbled off stage and headed for the restroom, to dry her pants no doubt, and the next karaoke duo bounced up on stage. And I do mean bounced up on stage. One guy wearing leather chaps and a matching newsboy cap and the other one wearing a shirt so pink that it could be mistaken for peptobismol. They sang “Girls just want to have fun” while slow dancing. I kid you not.

We finally stumbled out to our car around 1am after spending just enough time in this bar to remind these guys why they are gay. One of the other women- whose name I cannot remember- was the DD for the evening. She had a Lexus, she also married a very rich very old man. Jenna proceeded to plop her pee covered butt right on the plush seats. And she didn’t just sit there, she wiggled around. Sigh….you really can’t take us anywhere. When we finally pulled in front of Jenna’s house and she got out, there was a nice wet butt print on the car seat- which sent Cat and me into gales of hysterical laughter. Sigh…

I woke up the next morning with the mother of all hangovers and smelling like I took a bath in tequila. Matt took great delight in making as much noise as possible. But at least I woke up in the house. I had a message on my phone from Mr. Jenna wanting to know why his wife was sleeping on the front lawn. We have sworn off tequila forever. Tequila is bad.

Tequila is the devil.