Thursday I Got Drunk and Ate Cookies

Have you ever had blueberry wine? It not the finest of wines but it tastes sweet and good. I bought a bottle at a roadside market. I wanted strawberry wine but they didn’t have any. Strawberry wine is the elixir of my teenage memories. Blueberry is apparently what I drink when my cat dies and I want to get drunk. It worked well. The wineglass full of Absolut Vanilla I chased it with worked better. They should have told me earlier to mix it with Sprite.

Due to the fact that my lips were numb and I couldn’t protest properly, I was forced to watch Blades of Glory because I made fun of Balls of Fury. It was terrible. I may never get over the bathroom scene towards the end. I wasn’t in the mood for everyone’s crap so I grabbed a handful of chocolate chip cookies and stumbled my way downstairs.

I crawled into bed and missed my cat and worried about my kids. I wondered when my life had become so pitiful. I’m drunk and alone in bed eating cookies at 11:00. Had my descent into pitifulness happened all at once or was it bit by bit. I wasn’t sure. I wondered if I was too old to ever have any fun again. I was pretty sure I was boring and worthless and I felt sorry for myself. Really sorry for myself. I cried myself to sleep.

I woke up several hours later when my husband came to bed. I listened as he brushed his teeth and got ready for bed. I pretended I was still asleep when he crawled under the covers. I was thinking about being mad at him. It might be his fault I’m so pitiful. Then he gently brushed my hair from face and kissed me lightly on my forehead. He sat there a long time with his hand on my cheek. He whispered I love you before he rolled over and went to sleep. Things didn’t seem so pitiful anymore.

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