Flipflops in the Rain


wining…

why do i always manage to get it in my teeny, tiny head that drinking wine when i’m tired will get me to sleep earlier? and why do i always think i have time for just one more itty, bitty glass? and why does this brilliant concept only come to me on work nights? (fingers crossed that all my customers have gone home for the holidays…)

other than my unfortunate decision to drink a bottle of my favorite wine tonight, this evening has shaped up much better than i originally expected. for one, i had the pleasure of talking to two of my best friends and my lil brother. for two, bizzi bear won’t leave my side. and for three, tomorrow’s thanksgiving eve (as well as boston eve) — the first thanksgiving away from my family and home. there will be much more wining (and in my case, prolly much more whining), many plates of mashed potatoes and plenty of opportunities for me to make an ass of myself.

so i raise my last glass of the night and toast to everything — yea for contentness.

(hmm…maybe now’s the time to make a resolution, as i feel much more inspired by the prospect of pumpkin pie than i usually do by a New Year’s Day hangover.)

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