AuntMurble: *yells* CousinGOP is here for a drink.
I walk up to the living room
me: okay, do you want me to make beergaritas?
AuntMuble: OH YES THEY ARE SO GOOD.
me: okay I’ll make you guys a batch. Walk Jazz. and then when I get back, if you’ve drank them all, I’ll make more…and take the batch to my bedroom.
(back from the park)
me: we were swarmed by toddlers at the park. fuckin’ toddlers! *drinks beergarita* SO GOOD. I’m making more.
we all drink more beergaritas. Murble and CousinGOP have been snacking on chips and queso but this is not enough food for me.
me: I was going to make BLT’s tonight but it seems like a lot of work…UncleDucey do you want a BLT?
me: CousinGOP, do you want a BLT?
I start cooking the bacon. spinning the lettuce and toasting the bread
me: wouldn’t it be funny if I just went to sleep in the middle of this BLT making process? because. i.am.drunk.
AuntMurble: don’t fall asleep in the frying pan!
me: no. I would just wander off in the middle of the BLT process and fall asleep in an undisclosed location.
AuntMurble: OH, that would be adorable.
me: aww thanks.
food is finished.
UncleDucey: (to cousinGOP) I’m so glad we had guests tonight so I didn’t have to make a bologna sandwich.
me: screw you guys!