I have been busy... to say the least. With my work, I work all the time (tiny ass shifts) and then I have been so busy with home stuff too! It is crazy!
Tuesday was my 21st birthday. My husband took me out around town and had lots of little things planned it was great. And then the day after, I went to this bar that was about two blocks from my house. (Husband is not 21 yet, so I felt bad for going to a bar without him) But this place is a sports bar/restaurant, and they were pretty lenient. So I, having already had three white russians at home, was already pretty sloshed. I told the guy the story about my birthday, and he ended up being so great! He got me even more wasted and was the nicest guy ever. So, on the walk home (which I do not remember, because I was blackout drunk, which I have never been) I did not wear shoes (now my feet have blisters). I also decided (a block from my house) that the grass looked more comfortable, and proceeded to lay down. 
My husband had to go get the car and drive me home. Then, I threw up... a lot... in the bathtub. Way to go me. I woke up the next morning and went into the bathroom and thought "who was the dumb fuck that threw up in the tub". And then found out it was me. It was not fun to clean....
My husband had to go get the car and drive me home. Then, I threw up... a lot... in the bathtub. Way to go me. I woke up the next morning and went into the bathroom and thought "who was the dumb fuck that threw up in the tub". And then found out it was me. It was not fun to clean....Anyway, there is not much else to say. I have come to realize that my life is generally uneventful. Especially since, compared to ten people last year, only one person other than family called me on my birthday, and one person text messaged. Three people left me a message on facebook, but they all live together, and I havent seen them since high school. The people I considered my best friends didnt even remember (or bother with the messages on facebook and myspace that say who's birthday is coming up). I guess there is nothing to be done about that.
Oh! And when I was hungover the next morning (feeling like a zombie), my husband went out to buy me a plunger to clean up my mess with, and he came back with balloons! Pretty green balloons. He said they were to make me feel better ! :D So cute! I love balloons.
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