Well, it's the day after St. Patrick's day and I'm not drunk. I'm not even hung over. In fact, not a drop of alcohol hit these luscious lips today. Instead, I've decided it's time to detox myself for the next three weeks. Why three weeks? Well, I'd like to ask you why not? (it could end up being longer!)
It shouldn't be too bad; no one is here to party with now and next week is my spring break (which means no drinking anyway because I'll be home). The following week I just don't think I'm going to drink. And in the words of Emeril, BAM! three weeks are up. Besides, I need to get in shape for bathing suit season, so detox surly won't be the end of the word, or a bad idea for that matter.
Even without the OH in my system, this year's St. Patrick's day was enjoyable. Amar and I went out for "drunch" (for those of you who don't know, that would be an early dinner and late lunch... brush up on your lingo, geesh) at Panera. Then we went to Wal Mart where, for whatever reason, everything was funny to me. From trying to get Amar to buying kidney beans to buying a new dish strainer for my house. I couldn't stop laughing. Good times with my brown brother. Post Wal Mart, I went to a review class and then came home and gave my bathroom a massive scrub down. I felt very accomplished after cleaning the bathroom, kitchen and taking out the garbage.
Another successful day in the neighborhood.
Rock.
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Yeah, you have been hitting it kinda hard lately. I know that's how you and your peeps roll... work hard, party hard. Probably well timed, though, like you said.
Sometimes, Wal Mart really is just inherently funny.
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