Last night, my husband and I had friends over. We had a bunch of food and cocktails and we played games and those who play instruments did so. It was very fun.
It is possible that I may have been over served (by me).
This morning, my kids (who were upstairs during the party) were talking about all the potty words they overheard the adults yelling. They told me I used potty words and I was very nervous to learn what they heard me yell.
Evidently, I yelled:
“I LOVE NANCY FUCKING PELOSI SO MUCH. I FUCKING LOVE HER SO FUCKING MUCH I WANT TO TAKE DOWN EVERY FUCKING PICTURE IN MY HOUSE AND REPLACE THEM ALL WITH PICTURES OF NANCY FUCKING PELOSI. I WANT TO RENAME MY KIDS NANCY PELOSI. I WOULD EVEN HAVE ANOTHER FUCKING BABY JUST SO I COULD NAME HER NANCY PELOSI. I. FUCKING. LOVE. NANCY. FUCKING. PELOSI.”
This has what the world has come to y’all. I used to talk about rock and roll and men and crazy times when I had a few too many. Now when I get drunk, I yell about my love for NDP. The shame is deep (as is the laughter).
What do you yell about when drunk in this crazy age?