There was a fabulous Shabu Shabu dinner for two courtesy of my wonderful sister, the purchase of a new LCD TV for Superbowl, flirting with a sales lady, brunch, more drunk dialing, laughter, slurring and swaying over at Bon Don's house. again.
What is it about booze that possess my Hubby to pick up the phone drunk dial everyone he knows, remind them about the Superbowl Party (which by the way has turned into about 20 more people added to the guest list as of last night) and bet people about Football games... he even bet our sister in law!
What is it about booze that makes me love everyone? Why do I feel the need to hug you and tell you how awesome you are? Why must I go into a store and smile at everyone, and give out compliments like they're Halloween candy?
What is it about booze that makes my Hubby blare Reggae music and turn into the ultimate music snob and question the children about what song is playing and who sings it...
Hubby: Jo, who sings this song!?
Jo: Steel Pulse Dad... *walking briskly in the other direction knowing Dad will keep talking*
Hubby: Cindy-jo! Who sings this one?
Cindy-jo: *yelling from the hallway, * That Gregory Isaacs guy dad...
Hubby: Babe... Me: Sweetheart I only know this music because of you! I recognize all the voices, but give me a break about the name of the songs... *smiling*