Tuesday, September 30, 2008

I'm Not as Think as you Drunk I am....no really

Ok, so today was good and good and not so good.


Day started with me snoozing an extra 15 minutes, which if you know you math, you'll know that this is only a 2 hour and 45 minute shortage of sleep, rather than 3 hours short.... it's math...and it's okay if you don't get it.


Then, my man took the kids to school while I went to the barn and watched Pam ride Moreau who's leg is healing. You don't have to follow me, because I know what I'm talking about.


Then I get a call that we are going to have a showing tonight after our house has barely been on the market one day. You cannot imagine my ecstaticism....is that a word? If not, it should be.


I cleaned house for 3 hours to transform it into a museum...really, phenomenal, beautificatory (which also should be a word). Lovely, simply sweet. It's a late showing which means the chef man cannot cook so we had to go out to dinner with the kiddos which we cannot currently afford to do, even if it is cheap mexican food. We get the call on the way there that the showing is cancelled. Inser 15 4-letter words right here. Are there 15? I can only really think of 4. But we have to go out to dinner now because the kids are PSYCHED, PUMPED, ECSTATICITED (another word I just made up)....and leave it not to me to break my kids hearts.


I ordered a large frozen strawberry margarita...before understanding what that meant. Take a gigantic look at this.



It's poor quality photo from my phone, but let me tell you this beverage lacked not a darn thing in quality. I'm not a big drinker...although you certainly cannot tell that from this photo.....but here's the really crazy part (get ready, Christian girl goes whack).......I cleaned out Asher's milk cup (to go) right at the table and poured the remaining margarita in that cup, stuffed it in my purse, and walked out. Don't worry, Shawn drove....wait, no, Joe drove home I am quite certain. Fairly positively sure that I occupied the passenger seat with a frozen strawberry margafrigginrita in my purse. Don't worry, I remembered the straw. Oh and if you think that large mega thing is just the angle of the camera, think again....it is literally bigger than Joe's head.

Did I mention that my house looks like a museum?

7 comments:

crosspointfitness said...

well...I need to expand my vocabulary! does one of those mega margarietta thingies do that for you? might give my blog a little more pep, you think?

Melissa Irwin said...

Ha! I don't recommend taking up tequila for vocabulary expansion, however, it did improve my creativity, while poorly affecting my ability to spell. Joe told me not to blog under the influence, but I couldn't help myself.

Melissa Irwin said...

Oh, and by the by....that big margarita thingie was a long time coming...... i really deserved it...headache, nausea and all.

Melissa said...

bwahhhhhhh. Gosh, I knew I was feeling better today---you must've had enough to help my bad phase too!! Thanks!

Perhaps there should be a margafrickinrita dictionary to go along with the bucket o' goodness you had there. It DID look huge...

eveannunziato said...

Ah,it's making me thirsty... This is GREAT!! You crack me up.

Sarah said...

I love this story! Putting a margarita in a sippy cup! Priceless. And I love the crazy words you coined.

Melissa Irwin said...

@ Sarah...yes welcome to my blog, where most days I am sober, but the other days are sure to be good for a laugh! :)