Jill, I am deeply glad that you were able to get past the Texicanas and learn to love alcohol again. It speaks to your inner personal strength. I myself had a run in with being overserved at Ted's work Christmas party, a party from which I arrived home with purple lips and purple teeth. I still think you are not overserved until you either pass out in your own backyard or in the front seat of your car in the middle of the front yard, with AC/DC blaring at 2 a.m. and a neighbor has to come over to let your wife know and assist her in getting you out of the car (and yes, this did happen to someone I know). I guess I just have very high standards of being overserved.
It is officially Christmas break for us all. I have a long list of tasks that have been put off for over a year now in order to focus on school. I have noticed a disturbing tendency when faced with one of these projects to go to the kitchen and rummage for a snack in order to mentally and physically sustain me through the pain of sending all my size 6, 8, and 10 pants to Goodwill. I keep telling myself that if I ever get back to a size 8/10 (in the case of a famine, a size 6 might be possible) I will not want to wear white pants covered in large pink and red flowers. The snacks reduce the likelihood of me ever wearing these clothes again, which in turn has probably saved me from the embarrassment of wearing those pants outside of my house. I also cleaned my sons' bedroom today in order to clear out the massive amounts of stuffed animals, happy meal toys, and clutter that make it a room that might possibly be featured on Hoarders. In 5 days, my efforts will be rendered useless when we are flooded with new toys and games but no one will let me get rid of the old ones. Sigh.
Maybe in lieu of a snack, I should just have a Texicana.
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