Oh so many reasons to get into the party mood (as if I ever need an excuse) this past weekend!
A new job! My birthday! Easter!
Lucky for me, this year my birthday happened to land on a Friday, which was a double whammy of fun as the last day of the work week almost always finds me at my local watering hole Dalts.
The evening started out with the typical crew…
Naturally, I wasted no time getting
wasted my drink on.
As the night moved along, other friends graced my trashtacular ass with their presence and the shenanigans began to up their ante (mostly due to my behavior, of course).
But never fear, my knight in shining Uber armour appeared!
Waking up feeling not at all like Kate Upton the following morning, I proceeded to the fridge for my go-to after the night after partying liquid. A real Coke.
Slight problem for this blonde. There wasn’t a goddamn single Coke in my fridge which hasn’t happened since 2004 when I lost my first job. But, no problemo! I was just gonna hop in my chariot and run to the gas station.
Only when I walked out of the mini manse with keys in hand, I hazily realized my car was at Dalts.
Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck. No Coke. No Diet Coke. No tea. No coffee. And this chick needed her caffeine. After a very close come apart, I scoured the fridge one more time and…it was a birthday miracle folks!
Nestling into the couch, reviewing my celebratory messages, I received one of those “I love you but seriously bless your heart” texts from a Lady friend.
Speaking of cats, I was able to muster the energy to hang with the fur balls while sipping in my caffeine.
Obvies Ted is everyone’s main squeeze when it comes to the cuddles, so I left the pussies on the couch to do much more pressing things like open up gifts from my Prince and Princess in Iowa.
Except I couldn’t get the box open.
Well the effort was well worth it being that these two masterpieces were inside.
Then it was on to my fave snail mailed cards and this was the first and best one I opened.
Onto the Easter shenanigans that greeted us on Sunday, my fave twins patiently awaited the arrival of Gpa, my Dada CBXB, that they lovingly refer to as Coo Coo.
I was busy playing Suzy Homemaker with less than desired results in the form of a failed bunny pie.
I also tried to burn my mini manse down by turning the burner full of golden sparkle hearts on to boil eggs that weren’t even on the right heating device.
Fat, happy and a bit tipsy is a weekend done right in my book.
Here’s hoping the bunny found you.