A Few Things

1. Mimosas – My, those are some tricky little cocktails aren’t they? They present themselves as an innocent little breakfast drink to sip at brunch. Perfectly harmless in their yummy deliciousness. One or two, completely appropriate. 14,
however, may be what you call “excessive”. (Not to mention completely capable of inducing a mid day drunken stupor.) The Boo and I were blindsided by those little devils this afternoon while watching our Jags finally win an effing game (albeit against the winless Lions but beggars can’t be choosers. I’ll take it.) Needless to say, our elation for the much anticipated win and the deceiving nature of the champagne goodness resulted in an early crash (read: drunken nap) and now I’m quickly realizing that you all must think I’m a raging alcoholic in need of some 12 step program. I guarantee you I am not. But I’m well on my way.

2. Alabama – is going to the SEC Championship game. My team dominates. What more is there to say? (Except, quite possibly, ROLL TIDE!)

3. New Moon – I can’t pay any of my bills but yet I’m still contemplating using any future monies I may receive to buy New Moon. That seems logical right? I’m obsessed. Give me a break. (And if you can’t do that then you clearly haven’t read Twilight. And in that case, I judge you negatively while snubbing my nose at you. And I'm justified in doing so.)

4. Tattoos – It’s been awhile since I’ve gotten one and I’ve always wanted more (ie. My whole back, other foot, one rib cage and one full sleeve.) But the problem is I’ve never been able to justify spending the money on them and especially as money got tighter and bills began accumulating it all just kind of got put to the back burner. Long story short: the Boo has offered to buy me part of my sleeve as my Christmas present. Although this would be great I’m still 1) not sure what I could definitively decide on as far as an overall theme for my arm and 2) the way my “career” (or lack of) is going I’m not sure if I really will be able to land my dream job of writing from home and instead be forced to be “business professional” approved. So clearly I’m torn. Any thoughts?

5. The Boo – is clearly still drunk. And singing. And constantly interrupting my train of thought. (It’s a miracle I even got this far. And if it’s incoherent, blame him.) I love him but this “Can’t buy me love” song that he keeps singing (and I’m pretty sure he made up) is starting to get really irritating. Damn those mimosas.

EDIT: I stand corrected. (And slightly embarassed considering not only do I know this song but I even have it on my iPod.) I blame the less than perfect pitch and tempo used by the Boo in his remix of said song. For those of you that are wondering what I've had to listen to for the last 45 minutes...