Top o’ the mornin’ after

March 18, 2008 at 9:24 am | Posted in Life | 2 Comments

Well, another St. Paddy’s for the virtual books. Sean and I cooked breakfast for dinner and while his scrambled eggs turned out to be a “restaurant quality masterpiece”, I managed to burn half of the blueberry pancakes.

I hadn’t had a serious drink since last year’s St. Pat’s day, and so I planned on being hammered to celebrate such an occasion. I didn’t make it past the neck of my beer before Sean yawned and said that he’d better get upstairs to catch his eight hours of sleep before work.

Jasmine celebrated Saint Patrick’s day by peeing on the carpet for the first time.

Erin go bragh, my ass.

I was in bed, sober, by ten thirty PM.

So this morning, on my day off, I put Sam in his crate and dropped Jasmine off at the hairdressers for her morning of pampering and milk bath. She won’t be ready for two and a half hours and I came home to spend some quality one-on-one time with Sam while we wait.

But Sam had other plans.  As much as he can’t stand when his sister steals his bone, you should see how depressed he is that she isn’t here.

Sam has been crying and whining for the last half hour, running back and forth throughout the house looking for his sister. Poor queen pony.

I am thankful that today is my day off, and I am very much not looking forward to the rest of the workweek. I told Sean that I was going to stay home and drink all day today to make up for my uncelebrating last night, and he laughed.

I guess he knows as well as I do that I’m pretty lame and have left the party scene three blocks back on my road to early “middle age”, which — might I add — Sean still describes as age thirty and up. I don’t know about you but I plan on living until I am one hundred and twenty, making my “middle aged” age peak after sixty.


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  1. I can relate to having a significant other who’s in bed at 8:30 every night. Frustrating since I’m a night owl who won’t go to sleep before midnight.

  2. Love those picts of your babies in their bandanas. Our 3 animals had thiers and were dyed green .. They know its the cost of living with a crazy irish american mom.. LOL.. Hugs to you. A.Sanny

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