Oh my was last night not fun. The spiced rum, it makes my husband and me fight. Neighbors thought it was amusing as I tossed all his clothes out one window while he threw some of my books out the other. Thank God it didn't rain, I would have had to castrate him this morning. We thought, "Oh, the kids are at camp for the night, let's get drunk and have fun." We thought... This is not over though. I didn't even drink much, him though, he drank a very large bottle of Morgan's, then when that was gone he decided, "Lady Bligh is the same I now will now start to drink all of it too." He is right now heaving on the toilet while I blast Zombie by Cranberries through the house with way too many watts.
Right in the midst of "fun" time the phone rang over and over. Apparently his grandmother is having an 80th birthday party... in a week. I can't take vacation that quick. I can't go. Commense round one... and there it goes. *ding, ding*
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