You know those nights when you mean to have one cocktail and then accidentally go to bed with the bottle?
Oh you don’t know that feeling? Well, I lost track of how many ounces were consumed during a marathon gab fest Friday night where I meant to stop at my girl Jdub’s for a few drinks.
But then it was who knows what time and black stretch pants came out of her closet and my heels were thrown to the floor.
Then all of a sudden it was light outside and when I tried to pry my super glued eyelids open (well, that’s what it feels like when you accidentally sleep in your hard contacts), I found my face full of fur under this ass…
When I went to take my dehydrated, foggy visioned self home I couldn’t find my leopard jeans, so I rolled out in Jdub’s bootleg yoga pants that hit me at my ankles. Which nicely featured my sky high heels on a very early Saturday morning fashion don’t.
My Iowa twins were also rolling around in fur but it was by choice. I mean, who doesn’t dress up in their Halloween giddy-ups for the shits and giggles of it?
When dressing up gets old and boring after six minutes, there’s nothing like a little face paint.
But not to worry, they clean up to be two of the cutest faces on the planet.
I bet Prince and Princess B wished their auntie would clean up her act but it is simply impossible. My dad and I were loading up on Skinny Pirates at Dalts when a fellow patron showed us my new favorite app. You select a photo and the app puts a caption with it.
My dad got eaten by a shark…
…while I think the person who created this app knows me a little too well.
Speaking of drinking, look what is now on the beer market –
As the weekend wound down, it was time to snuggle up with my fave houseguest and chug, Precious.
Luckily for me Presh and the cats get along fabulously. Maybe even a little too fabulously. Because now there’s barely room for my ample derriere on my leopard lair. Especially when New Cat is conducting high kicks.
Here’s hoping you get a little more space on the couch than me this week.