I’m not adopted

November 22nd, 2003, 6:11 PM by Goddess

It’s official.

Of course, there was never any doubt that I am my mother’s daughter — we’re similarly and ridiculously brain-dead.

I gave her a quick call this morning to check in — I’d had a meltdown on the phone yesterday, and I had to hang up when I almost crashed my car into Popeye’s drive-thru window. So we’re chatting and I hear her rustling around and cursing under her breath. I asked her what the hell was going on, and she said, “Damn it — I can’t find my cell phone!”

I said, “Uh, Mom — what did I call you on?”

*thunk*

She asked me not to tell anyone about that. So it’s between you, me and the blogosphere now. 😉 (I admit, I lose my glasses for hours at a time, only to pass by a mirror and see them on top of my head ’cause I’m too vain to keep them on my face. LOL)



Happy drunk

November 22nd, 2003, 3:18 PM by Goddess

I’ve got to send a shout-out to Angie for bringing me sweet-and-sours mix, because I made myself a bunch of amaretto sours last night, and well, I slept beautifully and didn’t get up to wring Shorty B’s neck until 8 a.m. (Shorty B. usually starts pissing me off around 5:45 a.m. — I was able to snuggle back up with my pillows and ignore her for a couple of hours!)

The weird news is that my designer must’ve called me around 11 last night, and I picked up. Only thing is, I don’t remember the conversation. I looked at my phone this morning and saw his number on the list of recent calls. I saw him today and admitted that I don’t remember talking to him. He said he thought something was kind of off with me, but apparently I answered his questions because I got the proof today. 🙂

I’d say that I hope I didn’t say anything too stupid, but I do that when I’m perfectly lucid, so I’m surprised he noticed the difference. 🙂

At any rate, things always look better in the morning. I have a lot of thinking to do about my future, but this weekend is dedicated to proofing a 72-page tabloid. And alcohol — don’t forget the alcohol!

Parting thought: Everybody wish my good friend Dawn a happy birthday! Girl, you don’t look a day over 29 (and I mean that wholeheartedly!)!