Woke up with a hangover… from Kait’s 21st birthday party.
It wasn’t really the party; it was me, drinking cognac, like an idiot.
Oh great. It is the day I have to take the trash down the driveway for pickup.
Gee, isn’t the snow pretty?
I can’t remember ever thinking snow is pretty.
Not when I have to go out in it.
After procrastinating for an hour or two, I finally put on shoes, grabbed a robe and looked for the car keys.
Oh no, well, now what?
Was I half in the bag when I came home last night?
Why didn’t I put the keys on the table with my Minnie Mouse hat?
Drunk, that’s why.
Found the spare key and headed out with 4 bags.
What a frightful sight I was.
Puff was huffing and puffing, in her sassy mood, thinking I would be gone all day.
She hates that.
She needs me around, to remind me that she needs to eat 4 or 5 times a day.
I was pleased with myself, being so productive, so I ate 2 doughnuts and had a beer.
It stopped snowing and for a minute or two, I considered going out to eat.
However, after my strenuous morning, I thought better of it.
Besides, that would mean that I would have to get dressed.
The time ticked away, as I enjoyed a day of hibernation.
Tonight, I am sipping on a glass of wine, wondering why I waited so long to retire.
Just for the hell of it, I might have another doughnut.