Because last night I had a half a glass of wine!
My wine glass is the size of a very large soup bowl, so your definition of 'half' and my definition of 'half' might be a little different. But that's ok. Don't judge me . . . lest ye be judged!
I don't know what that really means, 'lest ye be...' Like, don't throw glass stones or don't live in glass houses if you're gonna throw . . . I don't know, something like that.
It's sort of pirate-y, and I'm a fan of the sea robbers. This morning I yelled, "Arg me matey!" at my couch. "You be a sight for sore eye*!" And then, "Parlay wench!" at my landlady when she asked me for rent. She is severely not amused with me.
I probably should cut down to a quarter of a glass until my tolerance gets built back up.
*Sore eye, singular, because I'm obviously wearing a patch.
1 comment:
You need to put up some kind of a disclaimer for people like me who always forget to use the bathroom before reading your blog and end up peeing themselves.
Unless you're into that sorta thing.
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