Is it wrong that when I read of several prominent bloggers honorable quests to be free from the evils of liquor, my only thought is that there's more for me:
Fuck it! I'm a lush! Four shots of icy cold Stoli's later, I blame it entirely on marrying a Slav. Who else's family could make drinking 12 shots of vodka a holiday experience, eh?
As an aside, I just asked CG if he was a Slav?
He asked me, "A Slob?"
No, I say enunciating slow-ly, "A Sla-avvv?" You know Slavic? Me Polish husband is a might slow tonight. Arrr!
Sorry for the Pirate-ese. I've been writing birthday Evites in Pirate-ese all day for my two sons' very pirate-y birthdays. I've been writing "avast", "ahoy", and classic phrases as "scraping the barnacles from your rudders." Oohhh, that sounds quite naughty. Mayhaps I should be drinking the rum. Me thinks I'll me scraping me Slavic husband's rudderrrrrr sooonnnn! Ah! The grog is getting to me senses!
Ballast to bungholes, mateys! I'm drunk bloggin'!