And I just fucking feel like it.
And speaking of the environment as we were yesterday....
Seriously, y'all. Let's do it for Keith.
The boys have gone home with their daddy for Super Dudes night, I'm checking out of Mer Mer mode, my old man's coming home and we are going to have martinis and PARTY ALL NIGHT LONG!
Just as soon as I drink this shot of espresso I made in my Mickey Mouse jelly glass and tidy up the house from boy and dog play, clean up the bathroom where Gibson took a shower after having a monumental poop, and fold up the second of three loads of laundry I'm doing, it's going to be a gas. A Jumping Jack Flash of a gas.
Or, alternately, we'll have a martini on the porch and maybe walk around the yard, eat some leftovers and get to bed early because Boppy has to coach Owen's T-Ball team tomorrow morning.
Bring it on.
So to speak.
Love...Ms. Moon, The Once Wild And Terrible, Now The Tame And Way Too Good