So, in the "I'm going through a mid-life crisis" style as of late, I did it again. My husband and I have been stepping out of our comfort zones lately to try and live a little. We had our neighbors over for a few drinks.
Now, I would never admit it, but I am pretty damn close to being a wino. I love my wine. Nothing works as well with my anxiety or being a mother of four better than a nice glass (or two) or Merlot at the end of the evening.
My neighbor and I can put down and let's just say we did. We finished more bottles than I would like to admit. I also got to do something that night I hadn't done such college. I prayed to the porcelain god at the end of the night. Talk about being embarrassed and sick.
I am so not 19 anymore, and so don't want to be!!!!!