Okay, so...

Okay, so I just got home from the fuckerware party, and the bar. Okay, several bars, with a bag full of goodies i bought. I went to the hubby to get a little, go figure the answer is that he is tired. I swear, nothing ever changes. I am going to go use my bag of goodies alone. I am going to get what I need, and then fall into a drunken stupor. I am going to give the fuck up. I am going to shave my legs next time I go out. (I didn't this time, I am not going to go into details why I didn't. The one who cares, already knows.) So, off I go, and here I come. See ya on the flip side. That's all, Goodnight.