Check out Wonder Women today to read about my drunkest night ever. The Wonder Women has turned into something of a confessional lately, which makes it much more dangerous . . . and much more deliciously interesting. I’d like to say that this night occurred back when I was 23 and foolish, and I take better care of my body now . . . but you loyal readers will recall little Sam’s birthday this past August and my last hurrah before Jack came along and saved my liver. You know, when I told our friend that his bathroom fan sounded like a monster? So I haven’t learned my lesson. Maybe that’s why people have kids. To prevent cirrhosis.
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Good stories. I lurk at wonder woman. I love the whole idea of the place. Now it is time to drag my old fat uninebrated broke ass to bed. (I think my ass actually is broke, chasing two years can be tough and surprisingly not slimming.)
See who needs to be drunk anymore I can\’t type sober. I meant chasing two year olds is tough. ; )